In Inger Christensen’s long poem Alphabet, first published in Danish in 1981, the poet cooks potatoes. And atom bombs exist. While she stands in the kitchen peeling potatoes under the…
We’re trying to think back to the origins of A. Bradstreet: We remember that I was working in the Poetry Room at Harvard. That I came by to drop off…
1. A friend says motherhood is like living with your heart outside your body. This is more like science fiction than it seems at first, I decide days after we’ve…
I speak to my son in Italian—I am a so-called heritage speaker. Teaching your child a second language, according to many studies, increases not only linguistic ability, but also cognitive…
About a week into winter term, Zelda, a two-year old Pitbull mix who had been found abandoned in the high desert, gave birth to a litter of eight puppies. The…
We’re folding laundry on our bed. What do you call a pregnancy scare without the “scare” in it? Thomas asks. Close call? Nope. Still sounds negative. He means, what…
“And so, as I sleep, some dream beguiles me, and suddenly I know I am dreaming. Then I think: this is a dream, a pure diversion of my will; and…
There’s my eleven-year-old son walking down the sidewalk. He has a bounce to his gait, a little shuffle, taking an extra small step when he comes to a stoplight, almost…
Re-Hump (2007), a demanding duet for two pregnant women, is a feminist reconsideration of physical and psychological limits explored through the signifying potential of the body. The piece experiments with…