James Crews: Small Moments
The world is not made only of sorrow
and heartbreak. Something always
slips through the gaps of a given day
Diana Raab: Lessons from My Grandmother
I was ten years old the morning I found my grandmother dead.
Charles Bukowski: so you want to be a writer?
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don’t do it.
Abby Zimet: Stalin Is Dead, Tuckums Is Gone, The Masses Rejoice
Tucker Carlson will be difficult to replace, but the candidates are George Santos, the green M&M and 3 howler monkeys.
Kim Stafford: Poems for a Cause
Maybe we’re past hints and whispers,
our chance gone for subtle scents
and fugitive flavors—time for coffee
black, jolt of onion, garlic unadorned.
Video: How to harness the ancient partnership between forests and fungi
If we want to better understand the environment and combat climate change, we need to look deep underground, where diverse microscopic fungal networks mingle with tree roots to form symbiotic partnerships, says microbiologist Colin Averill.
Michael Simms: Prospero needs a little nap
Vox Populi will endure, albeit at a slower pace.
Arlene Weiner: The Real Thing
Maz is a theater person: actor,
writer, director. Triple threat. Gay.
His partner Donny’s a drag queen,
Dawna Day.
Rebecca Gordon: A Deal With the Devil
Non-Profit Status and Political Action
Video: Faraway
The film follows the passing of seasons in the life of Omar Al Shakra, a young Arab man living in Montreal, after he’s cast aside by his family’s older generation following a difficult conversation about his homosexuality.
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.’
David Hassler: Prayer Wheel
At the age of fifteen, I got a summer job mowing grass in Standing Rock Cemetery, where my mother is buried. Early each morning I rode my bike to the garage at the back of the cemetery, where our boss, Al, checked our mowers and sharpened the blades.
Emily Dickinson: Presentiment – is that long Shadow
Presentiment – is that long Shadow – on the Lawn –
