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In May I got to experience poet and legend Ariana Reines read in person for the first time. Ariana is very alive. The story she told to introduce her poems...

Nearly everything I know about football can be summed up in two profoundly funny and funnily profound poems by Mary Ruefle “Elegy for a Game” and “Super Bowl.” Though neither explicitly mentions it, these poems...

My father used to read to me at bedtime when I was a kid. One of my favorite books was Louis Untermeyer’s anthology, The Golden Treasury of Poetry, with Blake, Dickinson,...

The first time I went to New York, or maybe the second, I read for the Segue series in the Zinc Bar: low stage, red velvet curtains—a windowless sexual basement,...

“Oh, he’s getting deported,” said my mother with a big, bright smile, right as my father was leaving the house to meet with an immigration lawyer. For years I’ve ruminated...

You haven’t seen Blazing Saddles until you’ve seen it in the hospice where your mother is spending her last three weeks, and she keeps saying, wait, it gets funnier.  Madeleine Kahn, Cleavon Little,...

Editor's Note: This is the final installment in a three-part essay. Read Part II here. Here we have something for you folks, we hope You enjoy it as we enter our social section, thank...

Editor’s Note: This is the third installment in a three-part essay. Read Part II here After the pandemic, I understood surrender.  It was February 2020, my father had just died, we’d sold our...

Editor’s Note: This is the third installment in a three-part essay. Read Part II here Parts I and II of “Murmurations” focused on the colonial violence of metaphorizing the heart and the...

Editor's Note: This is the second installment in a three-part essay. Read Part I here. I’m stuck in the elevator of a storage facility with four movers, and, when an hour passes, I climb...