Post

Sigrid Nunez

Sigrid Nunez

1 Every morning at 5 a.m. Mr Eliakimsent me to sand floors in a different neighborhood:Utrecht Avenue, Gerritsen Beach, Dyker Heights,and sometimes into zones where our huge cityfades into the…

The tanks from the Past rolled in this morning.Our neighbors crowded the curbs to cheerthough only yesterday, they were snitching:A has prior tendencies, B has backward dreams... Already the old…

If I could make my mind blank there was a forcethat tied my shoes without me, but if I thought,I was a child caught in a net of gestures,half-measures, admonition,…

I went to work in the huge factoriesalong Newton Creek in Bushwick. At sunset I sidled up to a foremantallying pallets by the red water.At dawn I punched in, still…

I took a job at the Arnold Grill,topping off drafts with a paddlefor the Saint Johnsbury truckers. Tuesday nights my father came into buy a shot of muscateland nurse it…

We grew old in spurts. All our responses—rage, shame—were etched on our foreheads with a steel-nib Bic.Yet we could not feel them. Barely remember their names.Between the plenary and keynote…

Meghan O'Gieblyn

On the lee slope of the small coastal mountainwhich conceals the sun the first hour after its rising,in the dry, steep ravines, the livemist of the heat is seething like…