Her poetry has been seen in New Yorker, Threepenny Review, Paris Review, Yale Review, and New Republic among others. She currently lives in New York City. Occasional flickers sheet a sky turned dull, lit up by little else than recollection.
Life is lived both according to the memory of the flash and in the dimness of the aftermath.
The light fades low again. The raw wound of the crater fills with green. But ah, the afterglow. And oh, the undertow. The poems by which we know him here fade without a trace.