AudioPoetry

indelible in the hippocampus

Poetry by Caroline Crew August 20, 2019

Memory is no solid monument but liquid’s / twins of substance and ceaseless swell.

Bodies & Nature

Poetry

Untitled

Poetry by Jane Mead July 25, 2019

The moon in the trees was a good moon, / The world in the sound-bite, a good world.

Bodies & Nature

Lives

Blood Oranges

By Carla Bruce-Eddings July 24, 2019

I watched my skin split, tender and pliant as fruit.

Bodies & Nature

Poetry

Epithalamion in the Field

Poetry by I.S. Jones July 17, 2019

the red, wet animal in my chest throbs Your name.

Bodies & Nature

Lives

Beautiful in the Distance

By Josh Potter June 24, 2019

The tick doesn’t know that it is strong enough to kill a full-grown human. It only knows that it is hungry.

Bodies & NatureFamily & Relationships

Poetry

How A Bird Dies

Poetry by Háel Lopez, translated from the Spanish by Ariel Francisco June 20, 2019

Every bird should have the right / to never touch the ground

Bodies & Nature

Interview

Becoming a Map for Survival: Interview with Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha

By Lisa Factora-Borchers June 18, 2019

The writer on resisting racist ableist erasure in her latest essay collection about disability justice.

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Fiction

The Paper Wasp

Fiction by Lauren Acampora June 3, 2019

The sun was ruthless, impressing a sense of danger with each step I took away from the road. The heat was primordial, baking through my skin, drying my muscle and bones, desiccating everything but my darkest, wettest core.

Bodies & Nature

Poetry

Dream Seminar

Poetry by Tomas Tranströmer, translated from the Swedish by Patty Crane May 22, 2019

Every dream is crowded with faces and bodies— / there are more dreamed people than there are us.

Bodies & Nature

Lives

Letters to Mothers: Crones, Hags, Witches, and Killjoys

By Sophia Shalmiyev and Leni Zumas May 15, 2019

Mother’s Day is a joke we are all in on, and yet it continues—straight-faced, deadly serious, and poisoned.

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Lives

Squirrel King

By Steven A. Miller May 9, 2019

The city didn’t put stop signs at our suburban corner until I was thirteen. Despite the reckless driving, no one was ever killed. Pet dogs and stray cats weren’t so lucky. Neither were the squirrels.

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