When we came up out of the subway It was snowing and dark and the silhouettes of […]
Alicia Ostriker
But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist; flesh exists. –Garcia Lorca I was asking for […]
Manahatta by Alicia Ostriker
How fortunate the boy holding his father’s hand crossing the street coming home from a movie they […]
How Fortunate the Boy by Alicia Ostriker
The first snowfall begins to turn grey. A homeless guy lies across the freezing sidewalk, hands shaking […]
The First Snowfall by Alicia Ostriker
As the body of the beloved is a window through which we behold the blackness and vastness […]