Can’t swim; uses credit cards and… intolerable feelings of inadequacy… Won’t admit his dread of boredom,… numerous marital infidelities; Looks fat in jeans, mouths clichés…

What I propose is not Marxism, which is not dead yet in the English department, Not maximalism, which was

Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went… tear, wanting to look like a moll in a Chandler novel. Dinner, cons… and one part lime juice cordial, w… There are, she said, poems that ca…

He woke up in New York City on V… Speeding. The body in the booth n… Was gone. He had bought her a swe… Said her life wasn’t working he lo… You’re all bent out of shape, accu…

In Rotterdam I’m going to speak about the state of poetry on a panel with a Pole and a Turk. It’s worth

If you could write down the words moving through a man’s mind as he masturbates you’d have a quick bonus bonk read, I used to think. But words were never adequate

Some people find out they are Jew… They can’t believe it. Thy had always hated Jews. As children they had roamed in gan… neighborhood, looking for Jews.

For it was the first day of Rosh Ha’shanah, New Year’s Day, day of remembrance, of ancient sacrifices and averted calamities. For I started the day by eating an apple dipped in honey, a...

I could stare for hours at her, the woman stepping out of her bath, breasts bare, towel around her waist, before I knew she was you

I’m a very average person, and I think most people are. I vote with the common man. I have two kids, a boy and a girl. Last Sunday I played golf with th…

Christmas defeated Chanukah once again last night by a margin of three billion dolla… or so, but every time I hear a Yiddish word like bupkes

Eighty-one degrees a record high f… which is not my birthday but will… the eleventh of June comes around… what I want: a wide-brimmed Panam… with a tan hatband, a walk in the…

His first infidelity was a mistake… As her false pregnancy. Later, th… He was born three months earlier t… On his birth certificate, which ha… A marriage license in his hands.…

What is it about the Abyss that tempts the young poet to kiss the air and head for the nearest c… unreasonable attachment to the bli… of falling—what accounts for it? U…

The fear of perjuring herself turn… Admission of her guilt. Yet she h… And the luck to elude her implacab… God was everywhere like a faceless… Death was last seen in the auction…