I went travelling to a wreck of a place.
There were three gates standing ajar
and a fence that broke off. It was not
the wreck of anything else in particular.
A place came there and crashed. After
that it remained the wreck of a place.
Light fell on it.

Anne Carson

The Brooklyn Review was started over a quarter-century ago, under the tutelage of Allen Ginsberg and Jonathan Baumbach. I am proud to have my poem Marriage: A Meditation in Adverbs in the 27th issue, a mighty beautiful collection of literary work.

I particularly loved the type-written letter I received from the poetry editor, Ted Dodson, who included a fortune at the bottom of the note:

Much thanks to all the editors and to Brooklyn College for a beautiful magazine and home for my poem.

Poem can be read here  Download PDF

It felt strange to walk around Battery Park tonight. I still feel like I should be silent, like I should be muttering some kind of elegy to the suffered buildings. Like I should walk with my head slightly toward the ground. Maybe it’s because I still think of this part of Manhattan as bruised. Or maybe, it’s just me that is still tender. But after hearing Anne Carson read tonight, one thing remains: Death makes us stingy. However immensely beautiful the buildings seemed, the Hudson, the sky, the poems; tonight I want to keep it all to myself.

Today I received Anne Carson’s latest book “Nox” almost two months earlier than I expected to. What a great surprise. The book is one of the most strange and beautifully constructed books I’ve ever seen. I haven’t actually read it yet, just ogled over the pages and designs, but she never disappoints me. This is what it looks like:

In other news one of my poems was accepted into The Brooklyn Review. It was one of the nicest acceptance letters I’ve gotten. (It was addressed to “Dearest Kimberly”). I’m really excited for two reasons: it’s my first print publication and it’s a poem I wrote well after I graduated from my MFA program. It was never workshopped, never revised, and only one person read it before I submitted it out. It is one of my favorite poems I’ve written thus far and I’m excited to share it with The Brooklyn Review and the world.