"In the Dream in Which I am a Widow" in the New Yorker!



Once upon a time, I wrote a poem to exorcise a really horrific vision, and then, years later, the New Yorker published it. You can now read "In the Dream in Which I am a Widow" (and listen to a recording of me reading it to you) here. If you happen to be in Madrid and you want to record yourself reading this poem near the falling angel statue in Retiro Park, please do so (and send it to me!). With much love to A—, El Angel Caido, and the editors.





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