From “Joyeux Noël” by Gemma Gorga (translated by Sharon Dolin):
While you try ordering yourself in the midst of the disorder
of my hands, the afternoon melts like a clump of snow.
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A poet and essayist, I write about gender and sexuality, Jewish identity and culture, writing and translation. My goal? To make connections that matter. I also help other writers do the same.
