By Gabriel Don

Once you have so many memories, it is hard to hold on to each one like you used to. The narratives you told again and again, do you actually remember the memory, the actual experience or do you remember the narrative, the telling of the tale, some tales retold by your whole family, your friends, until they are a mythology, a fable of you. As time accumulates, there is so much past, how to call on every moment, moments that as there become more, come and go from my present consciousness. Fragments and disjunctive snapshots, blurred out faces, the apartment loses its walls, you don’t remember where you were or who you were with or worse: simply forgotten, gone, lost.

Gabriel Don received her MFA in creative writing at The New School, where she worked as the Reading Series and Chapbook Competition Coordinator. Her writing has appeared in publications such as The Brooklyn Rail, The Sydney Morning Herald, The Understanding Between Foxes and Light, A Minor, Westerly, Mascara Literary Review, Post-Paper, The Legendary, Transtierros (translated into Spanish), Gargoyle 62, LiveMag! 12 and Three Rooms Press MAINTENANT 9. Her work is forthcoming in publications such as Maintenant 11, Brownstone Poets and The Unbearables’ From Somewhere to Nowhere; the End of the American Dream. Don also interviews people at Gainsayer. She has appeared in visual poems such as Woman Without Umbrella and Unbound, started several reading-soiree series, worked as an editor on publications such as LIT and has received press for her writing work including Antipodes Journal, Quiet Lunch, Let Them Talk, Art Loves Her, Yes Poetry! and Great Weather for Media. She currently teaches writing at BMCC.