Category: Arts

The Thaw

I know you’re coming
because of late
handfuls of wholesome Catholics
appeared in crowds with ashes
slurred upon their brows.

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Black Stone on White Stone

I will die in Paris on a day of torrential rain,
a day I can somehow already recall.
I will die in Paris —I don’t flinch at the thought—
perhaps on a Thursday, like today, in the Fall.

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The Flaming Tongue

Belly. Head. God
in heaven.  Let me sleep tonight
for awhile.

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Two Responses to Princeton Fashion Show Article

Last night my daughter, Lauren Lyon 06, read me excerpts from the recent Nassau Weekly article blasting the Princeton fashion show, Operation Style. Although there were many inaccuracies relative to the actual cost of the event, the school’s financial participation, and the money raised, my overall concern relates to the tone of the article and the writer’s misguided interpretation of pompous capitalists gone wild.

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Let my last words be “good night”

Don’t let it end like this. Tell them I said something. -Pancho Villa, last words Let my last words be “good night” Even if I don’t have time to utter them As a Mercedes truck smushes me Under the moon … Read More

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The Way Things Might Have Been

In autumn (or fall, as we sometimes called it) we wore woolen sweaters, checkered corduroy, held hands tightly, snuggled for warmth against brisk north winds; We went apple-picking, fell down laughing on yellowed orange leaves, talked of favorite authors, of … Read More

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Two Poems

On Conception Love making ends bottoms in seats – Virgin beginning from another virgin taken, And all hands on 12-day old heart beats. Or pre-determined Dates, earmarked for ovial optimism By women of long aching maternity, are vesicles of syncopated … Read More

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Celebrity and Anonymity

On February sixteenth, at author and professor Joyce Carol Oates’ reading in McCormick Hall, the front rows of the auditorium are filled with a veritable Who’s Who of campus luminaries.

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Celebrity love/Or infatuations/Haiku form, sometimes

We stole Professor Cornel West from Harvard. I Guess we’re not racist. Angela Hodgeman Sends work notices and draw announcements. Delete. CB, I’d like a Sandwich. But only if it’s Not too much to ask. Chapman likes to sing Aloud … Read More

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Extremely Literary and Incredibly Alumni

About ten days ago, the Nassau Weekly’s editor in chief Jacob Savage interviewed (via telephone) Princeton’s most recent wunderkind, Jonathan Safran Foer ’99, author of the critically acclaimed best-seller Everything is Illuminated, and the recently published Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.

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Two Fictions

MONOLOGUE FOR A NERVOUS GIRL IN A WHITE BIRTHDAY CAKE DRESS AND SHINY LEATHER PUMPS (A deep breath and then go) Okay so this one time I was eating dinner with a friend at a food center in Singapore and … Read More

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Mahmoud et Ariel

“Mr. President, they’re ready to see you now.” “Give me just another minute. I’m almost done.” In an otherwise pristine Oval Office, the President’s desk was littered with unread daily briefs, crayon drawings, baseball cards, and candy wrappers. He had … Read More

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