The latest in our FORTHCOMING series of excerpts from new books
“In the end when they ask would I do it again // I’ll shake my head: where does one draft / end and another begin?”
Tag: Paul Rabinowitz
By reflex I turned to leave, but in the center of the open doorway stood the silhouette of a second man, holding a pitchfork across his waist as if to block my path.
(nonfiction)
But those who press the grapes now, / who toil from morning till night, / they’ve disowned us…
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in silence, those dark minutes of recess when they stomp on my shadow with their hyena / laughter
(poetry)
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