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| AGHA SHAHID ALI |
| "The Purse-Seiner Atlantis" |
| Salon, April 2001. |
Black Pacific. 'Shahid, come here, quick.' A ship,
giant lantern held in its own light, the dark
left untouched, a phantom-ship with birds, no, moths… |
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| SARAH ARVIO |
| "Ellipses" |
| Salon, November 2002. |
Why was a sole an only and a foot?
Why was soul not solar, not solid? |
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| PAUL AUSTER |
| Hand to Mouth |
| SummerStage, August 2003. |
| It was the spring of my senior year, just weeks before I was supposed to graduate. Out of nowhere, a man turned up on the Columbia campus and started causing a stir… |
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| MILES BECKER |
| Four Poems |
| Salon, November 2001. |
Do you mock me, Musil?
I have not read you yet
—nor you me . . . |
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| PRISCILLA BECKER |
| Selected Readings |
| Salon, December 2000. |
I forgot to tell you my husband
died. He was in Spain and something
strange happened with alcohol or water. He loved them
both so much… |
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| NATHANIEL BELLOWS |
| "Liberty Island" |
| Salon, November 2002. |
They carried the lamps out as if they were children.
Rugs were laid out on the grass, or beaten
with a shovel on the clothesline… |
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| JIM CARROLL |
| "Heroin" |
| Salon, April 2001. |
Sat for three days in a white room
A tiny truck of white flowers
was driving through the empty window… |
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| BILLY COLLINS |
| "On Turning Ten" |
| Cipriani, October 2003. |
| I evolved like many people from a gatecrasher at 72nd Street to an invited guest. That took about fifteen years, but I was finally accepted… |
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| BRYAN D. DIETRICH |
| "Autobiography of a Cape" |
| Salon, November 2002. |
I could stumble, fumble, fail, quit the planet,
head for the first unrehearsed star to the right
and then vanish, over lunch, say, some strange event
horizon… |
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| E. L. DOCTOROW |
| The Art of Fiction No. 94 |
| December 2000. |
| I think writing is immensely difficult, but the short forms especially, like laundry lists… |
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| E. L. DOCTOROW |
| Presentation of the 2007 Hadada Award to Norman Mailer |
| Read by E. L. Doctorow |
| 2007 Paris Review Revel, April 2007. |
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