Author Archives: M.A. Miller

When I picked up Claudia Rankine’s book, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely from the University Bookstore, I read the title and gulped. I remembered hearing those words from my grandmother before she died and I remembered saying words like them … Continue reading →

When I was seven, (it’s always seven when I recount any story from my childhood and I wonder why that is) I got lost in the woods between my grandmother’s house and the beach attached to Cold Spring Harbor. One … Continue reading →

Vladimir Nabokov began his memoir with a rumination on the nature of existence. He pictured life as a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. The darkness’ beings the vast periods of pre-birth and post-death. I had read … Continue reading →

You are standing on your second story porch overlooking the adjacent Hebrew cemetery thinking about the Oneiroi and surrounding lineage, as the sun climbs up the arc of the sky welcoming the morning, looking towards the day, and leaving you … Continue reading →