Author Archives: Mira Rosenthal
I’m so happy to have my poem “Sublet, Pay-Later System,” which touches on issue of housing and identity theft, in the latest issue of Subtropics. Thank you to Ange Mlinko for publishing it and to Stephanie Maniaci for the wonderful conversation that … Continue reading
…needs the world to be a little dirty and dark, below the surface, steeped in cheap vodka, breath reeking, voice slurring names over a broken intercom that garbles human speech, reducing to hum places you could go but don’t. You … Continue reading
I’m absolutely thrilled to have my poem “The Invention of the Interstate System” in the January issue of Poetry magazine. It’s a dream come true! And check out their new design, including a fold-out page featuring the work of none … Continue reading
One last publication to usher in the new year! The latest issue of the wonderful online journal Memorious includes two sonnets that I wrote about different experiences of miscarriage. After I went through one myself, I was stunned by how many women … Continue reading
The Brooklyn Rail recently published an ample selection of translations from my most recent project, the Selected Poems of Krystyna Dąbrowska, for which I’m eternally grateful to editors Jennifer Zoble and Donald Breckenridge. I love that they’ve envisioned InTranslation, the web exclusive feature of the magazine, as “a … Continue reading
So happy to have a new poem in Gulf Coast! And how fitting that a poem about memory loss brings me back to my alma mater.
Two Lines Press Senior Editor Emily Wolahan and I had a great conversation about form, meter, and the freedom that comes through constraint in the translation of poetry. The interview is up at the Center for the Art of Translation.
I have another new sonnet, “Assist,” in the latest issue of Prairie Schooner—adorned with this great artwork on the cover! Glad to be in the same pages as Valzhyna Mort, Jacque Rancourt, Bruce Bond, and so many other great friends and … Continue reading
People Bring Us Flowers too many white flowers, as if the soul requires a veil of pure substance it never had the need to form in life, or we must have the underbelly of so many briars to hide like … Continue reading