Hamish was overwhelmed by the intensity...as if everything had been assembled just so, just right, in that moment for the two of them, coming around the corner.

In the early 1870s, at the mouth of the Big Bend tunnel, / John Henry beat a mechanical steam drill in a “steel driving” / contest.

How easily illicit pleasures can feel like some kind of freedom under constraint.

Watching Yoko Ono’s “Cut Piece” post-Roe.

He wasn’t sure when she began mentioning the curse. Later, when he looked back, he realized she’d said the word with alarming frequency since his arrival, spoken with the naturalness of words like bread and bicycle.

Together, above the kitchen sink, we peeled / a hundred russets.

Hyperbaric oxygen chambers may sound suspicious, or superstitious, but, for intensive wound healing, they work miracles. There’s just one problem.

The new US poet laureate discusses the myth of individualism, the climate crisis, and what makes a “core poem.”

A young protester in Syria hitches a ride with a witch and leaves the world behind.

I was not dressed correctly when / motherhood interviewed me.