I'm looking forward to my death,” she said.I sat upright. I watched her blond hair sway,this college girl who taught our Sunday School.

The tail, held back along the spine, keeps them—most times—from kicking you. I don’t know why.

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Well, he can sell the whole dog, the long, the short with all its parts, nothing missing, sliced and chunked. The bole, the bulk, the stem, the stalk, the hulk.

“I am a hotel citizen,” Joseph Roth declared in one of the newspaper dispatches anthologized in The Hotel Years: Wanderings in Europe Between the Wars, “a hotel patriot.” It’s easy to see why: Red ...

In our series Making of a Poem, we ask poets to dissect the poems they’ve contributed to our pages. Zain Baweja’s “Gloss,” which appears in our Summer issue, no. 256, plays with the etymological ...

In 1934, Columbia University moved its twenty-two miles of books to the newly built Butler Library. By means of a really long slide. Which actually looks less fun than it sounds, and was much too ...

The letters which follow were written by Gertrude Stein to an obscure, struggling writer named Wendell Wilcox. He had seen Stein’s work in 1926 while he was an undergraduate at the University of ...

February 19, 2015 – André Breton’s poem “The Verb to Be” originally appeared in our Spring 1985 issue. I know the general outline of despair. Despair has no wings, it doesn’t ...

This piece is fictional, and intended purely as a parody. It is not intended to communicate any true or factual information, and is for entertainment purposes only. Barbecues, mainly. And this is part ...

“After my best friend jumped off the bridge, I knew that I was next. So—Paris. With forty dollars and a one-way ticket.” ...

It is axiomatic that countries hosting the World Cup try to put their best face forward. During the monthlong tournament, ...