Nassau Weekly

Hildegard Krieger

  • Canal

    Canal

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    The doctor began to probe the inside of my ear with a stiff stick-shaped ear cleaner made of slender surgical steel.

  • Between the Lines

    Between the Lines

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    Last June, working at the Rare Books and Special Collections Department hidden within Firestone, I found myself tearing up as I sifted through pages just shy of 150 years old. I had been processing the Civil War Letters of Adam Badeau for nearly a month, my longest and most meticulous project to date.

  • Setbacks

    Setbacks

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    Attack in the water. Reached the shoals by backstroke. As my nerves settled I respired Sunbathed.

  • Rouse

    Rouse

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    Dearest Cynthia, / What could I offer you / that would drag you / from this cardboard crypt / you’ve contaminated with your presence? / Oh, Cynthia.

  • Dear Joanna Newsom

    Dear Joanna Newsom

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    In a directory on my computer titled “smiles” is a collection of short recordings, musical ideas I wish to return to without going through the trouble of proper notation. The longest and least interesting of them I listen to every few months to ground myself. I’ve renamed it again and again, attempting to remove it…