The dead come clean and curious, without the pulse the living have to argue. Impeccable in washed-out seersucker, smelling of peppercorns and copper, they traipse their hems through grass they cut themselves, along the lawns where they spend days. They almost walk with purpose toward the tent-fold, soft as bakers or […]
No one here has ever seen the desert or the meadows of the afterlife. I still love weddings (I try to make it home for those), but I feel unwelcome at funerals. I do not cause their deaths, of course; but by now I must admit that I do not improve their […]
I return to find a prim new garden— no bigger than a foyer. It sits above true earth in planters, a stoolpigeon shaken by the ankles until the secret’s out. The old one, though, hid nothing. It seemed to stretch to the horizon beside the first experiments: A stream dammed up. A cloud assuming […]
Gabriel Fried Poetry Editor at Persea Books, and the author of Making the New Lamb Take, talks about the genesis of his poem Demeter, after.
Gabriel Fried Poetry Editor at Persea Books, and the author of Making the New Lamb Take, talks about reading his poems aloud as he writes.