Thomas Brady: No One Can Insult Me Like You
People do die of love. But the beautiful never know what they do.
Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
‘The first thing I do in the morning is brush my teeth and sharpen my tongue.’
Baron Wormser: Fool
After the fool leaves The Tragedy of King Lear, where
does he go?
Home to see the wife, play ringolevio with the
neighborhood kids?
Video: Alexis Nikole Nelson | A flavorful field guide to foraging
Whether it’s dandelions blooming in your backyard or purslane sprouting from the sidewalk, vegan forager Alexis Nikole Nelson is on a mission to show how freely growing flora could make its way to your plate.
Brett Wilkins: This P*ssy Grabbed Back
Daniels says she’s undaunted by the prospect of facing Trump in court. “I’ve seen him naked,” she explained. “There’s no way he could be scarier with his clothes on.”
Abby Zimet: Banning Eagle Song, Dragons Love Tacos, A Thai Lullaby and Pink! To Protect the Children
The nationwide rush to “protect the innocence of children” from the perils of thinking for themselves accelerated last week…
Video: Homesick
An absurdist thriller about an unhappy man who attends a retreat offering adults a second chance at a happy childhood.
Abby Zimet: Proud Boys Get Beat Up At NYC Drag Queen Story Hour
“Nazis are a real problem,” said one New Yorker. “Drag queens are not.”
Barbara Hamby: My Translation
I am translating the world into mockingbird, into blue jay,
into cat-bombing avian obbligato, because I want
more noise, more bells, more senseless tintinnabulation
David Kirby: My Girlfriend Killed James Brown
“Yeah, I got bumped up to first class, and when I saw who
my seatmate was, I went back to economy and told my girlfriend,
and even though she had the flu, we switch places, and three
weeks later, James Brown is dead.”
Arlene Weiner: Another Art
Put it on eBay, ka-ching, ka-ching—
keep nothing but the things that give you cheer.
But so many objects seem to want to cling
Richard Horan: Notes from Il Campo
It’s carciofi (artichoke) season here in the Eternal City. Everywhere you go, those fat-stemmed, strongly evocative of Bacchus, violet-and-green buds are still-lifing the display tables out in front of every osteria and trattoria from Prati to San Saba.
James Davis May: Hot Sex
she asks him,
resigned panic in her voice, Did you
slice one of those serranos into the guac?
Barbara Hamby: Reading Can Kill You
Yes was Da, which is so much more Yes than Yes
but with a twinge of Nyet, and it was winter, a freezing Siberian
blizzard with days that began at ten and ended at two
