“It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to,
says my son at his bris, though it’s my party
and I carry the weight of a hundred generations
on the tip of my penis might be more apt.
Or: It’s my party. Let us pray.”
--from “Meditation in the Key of an Exhale” which appears in the Summer 2017 issue (Volume 58, Issue 2)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you’ve written.