Two Texts by Katy Mongeau
I fell asleep with our innards like a long sentimental rope. The white pillar holding all of this up has a halo. You can be ruined but not empty. You can be a temple but not empty. You can be a ruin but not nothing, no... Read More
Camilo Roldán, Lital Khaikin & Jonathan Larson at Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop
Sunday, September 11, 2016, 3 PM: Black Sun Lit and Berl’s Brooklyn Poetry Shop present Camilo Roldán, Lital Khaikin & Jonathan Larson... Read More
Paris by Laurie Stone
We did not communicate again. Now he is the age I was when we met, and I am the age Gardner was when he died. Sometimes it comes into my thoughts that I will die this year, too. There is something we feel we are supposed to give back, like feeding a body to the... Read More