which makes sense because I had to look upthe word on Google, yiddish for lineage. My phone knows what I’m looking for,listens to fragments of conversations, is definitely reading my emailsto Eddy …

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This Fall 2026 issue feels so tender and intimate. Although the writing contains many common poetic images and topics (the moon, birds, fear, loss, love, and language itself all make appearances), …

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I’m thrilled to share that poem “Confession to a Woodhouse’s Toad” appears in Whale Road Review Issue 43, a summer issue full of sharp, resonant work from writers I deeply admire.…

I seem to remember a swimming pool. My whole childhood was lived between sky-tiled underworlds. We’d carpool to Bangkok, pay the hotel’s fee, cart our toys—soakable throwers, flippers, foam boards.…

Rather than finish my meeting transcription, I decided to move to Norway. I wasn’t quite sure how to get there, so I walked toward the river, thinking it would flow into the sea and then beyond. Af…

I am playing badminton in the park when the police cars drive by, five and then five, sirens loud and bright lights blaring; they roar past, disappear, and one ambulance comes behind, crawling by c…

I tell John I’m tired of writing what I know, of writing about grief and loss. I want to write a story about something I know nothing about, I tell him. He brings me coffee in bed every morning, an…

See how the summer grasses you mowed last spring when the world seemed rainful and lush have yellowed. Here in August, rain is a memory. The land is a golden quilt embroidered with brush piles, bla…

Rita Dove’s “Daystar” is one of my favorite poems, especially for the moment of building something beautiful where there was nothing before. This is how I think about both teaching and writing. In …

I tell John I’m tired of writing what I know, of writing about grief and loss. I want to write a story about something I know nothing about, I tell him. He brings me coffee in bed every morning, an…