A Year of Being Here

            Ghalib was a 19th-century Urdu poet. These versions were developed             from the prose transl...

the enormous yellow moon balanced like a honeydew on the hill's knife-edge, fat and implacable. It wavered there a...

I’ve always loved the way pelicans dive, as if each silver fish they see were the goddamned most impo...

In music I can love the small failures, the ones which show how difficult it is: the young guitarist's fingers slippi...

It was a flower once, it was one of a billion flowers whose perfume broke through closed car windows, forced a blessing on...