Big Theory by Susan Briante

A red woodpecker scales the live oak, while I sleep, the phone rings             makes its erasures: a demolition/construction a dream in which I’m revising a list with my father—gone the way of whole neighborhoods in the Bronx. Robert Moses shrugs his concrete shoulders Robert Moses, I say, drop the knife. In the summer of 2001, I livedContinue reading “Big Theory by Susan Briante”