Beirut, looked at from within, was a world escaping from the history that had raised it or given…

It is not poetry about M/D, not a memoir or a victim’s tale, not a survival guide or an analysis;…

Graber invites us to do what Heraclitus says we cannot—to return to the river of our past.

In these fluid erotics, the signifiers slide along and blissfully exchange places.  It will be the…

I wish more books would let the many ways in which the grief lingers be the point. This book…