Author
Rose Lemberg
Retrying
To understand is the beginning of failure My lover is gone and I am This body is made of fire and ash that rains like nothing has rained here for a thousand years. Two thousand years ago I fell here in a melting chariot, the sky beneath my feet congealing into an epiphany of…
Theories of Pain
"If pains are representations, then what do they represent?" (Maund, "Tye on Pain and Representational Content," Pain, 2006:145) There are two large apples rolling inside his head. He's sure, yes--he can feel their waxed red skins rubbing against each other. Red delicious, the…
Seven Losses of Na Re
One My life is described by the music of mute violins. When my parents married, my great-grandfather, may the earth be as a feather, ascended the special-guests podium, cradling the old fiddle to his chest. "And now the zeide will play the wedding melody," they said. "A special…