The Brooklyn Rail is participating in the 2019 Venice Biennale
To narrate oneself into a catastrophe with unknowable global consequences seems trivial, or vain, or both.
A woman claimed her baggage and expected/the portmanteau would provide her quivering mass/with an enforceable shape of fleshliness.
Presented here are some of my very favorite Kenny G fan letters.
Forget the utopias: life is here and now.
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