Where Are They Now
In 1967 I hitch-hiked to Belgrade.
My friend and I would take an overnight train
to stay with our Albanian friends
in what is now Kosovo.
Until then we … Read more
In 1967 I hitch-hiked to Belgrade.
My friend and I would take an overnight train
to stay with our Albanian friends
in what is now Kosovo.
Until then we … Read more
The Israeli man I married—and divorced—had parents who were born in Chernivtsi, then in Romania, now in Ukraine. We met on the way to Machu Picchu after he finished … Read more
They come from places you could easily forget,
somewhere between the Pacific and Indian
Oceans: islands where statues gaze at the horizon,
like when the … Read more
You say to the Russian soldier,
Put these seeds in your pockets,
so when you fall on this land,
at least sunflowers will
spring from your body.
Maria Stepanova … Read more
Don’t send
Thoughts & Prayers
Don’t send
Bandages
Gauze
Splints
Medical Tape
Syringes
Send
What will keep us
from needing them.
Send
Javelin anti-tank missiles
Counter-battery radar systems
KPV-14.5 … Read more
they have found a wreck, and what
is proud of the seabed
was not designed for war but crushed
by ear split ice
why not design warships, tanks
to … Read more
would she say he never liked
the yellow sun
or the wrinkled blue Georgian skies
that lifted him after climbing out of the
labor camp of her womb?
had he … Read more
From an extended stay motel’s breezeway
in Arlington Texas a week after strapping… Read more
Flee, flee but
Will you stay free?
You and your bundles of green
Quickly turned red
As you fled.
Fantasies of glee
In hopes of a shopping spree
Dashed for … Read more
My eyes burn
there’s a lump
in my throat as
Nathan Chen,
in sparkling red
skates for gold
in the land of his ancestors.
His arms spread
like wings
in … Read more
I don’t speak Ukrainian,
no way to read their funnies;
Danila the Demonslayer
or the Red Fury. I can’t read
the letters you sent, Zayda,
in Ukrainian and Yiddish. I’m … Read more
The news came before I’d entered the first letter
in Wordle; before my first cup of tea, harvested
by the hands of a single mother, praying for a better
life … Read more
A girl in a crimson sweater crossed
my path on my way to the beach.
I offer this girl’s sweater to you.
When I look back at my day only… Read more
I know what it’s like
to grow up a straight white male
in an intact home
but I do not know
the lived experience of
women, Blacks, gay men,
abuse … Read more
Historic blizzard on the way. Milk, olive oil, chocolate
bars long gone from grocery shelves. Salt piles wait
in farms beside the turnpike.
Stay indoors. Don’t drive, and
if you … Read more