A laurel. A reed. An echo. I wanted a poem that would turn like that, with snares and cinches, that would elapse very fast. I wanted the poem to drain through your fingers like sand.” ...

Ymei Subject: ….swiss self-end-of-life… To: Karen Shepard. how much advance notice does one need for a date.. ? are there any particular r ...

Here are stories we fought over, stories we couldn’t shake, stories that have a way of taking things we’re supposed to love—innocence, books, solidarity—and toying with them disconcertingly.” ...

the sun was shining on the veranda while tree sap slumbered, iridescent, in the courtyard, a single persimmon stood, while flies buzzed over loquat-colored soil ...

The artist and filmmaker Cauleen Smith was born in 1967 in Riverside, California, and lives and works in Los Angeles. In gouache on black construction paper, this portfolio renders a selection of the ...

“They don’t exist anymore,” Sun Dongming said. “No.” Lin Wang shook his head. “When did they disappear?” “Let me ask.” Lin Wang dug around in his pocket for his phone. Sun Dongming thought he was ...

One of the things I learned from John Ashbery was to be myself, especially when it came to movies, the subject we talked about most, with poetry a distant second. He showed me that I could be a fanboy ...

The white lines on the dirt football field were fresh, but by halftime they would be barely visible. It was homecoming weekend in Trona, an isolated community established in 1912 as a company town for ...

Just as the sun begins to peek over the flat horizon of Coon Rapids, Iowa, 1,383 pigeons fill the sky. The birds pour out as a single winged mass from the rows of flung-open coops on the transport ...

Halfway through her 1981 autobiographical novel, Baby Driver, the story of her hectic, careening life as a young bohemian woman traveling through North and South America in the sixties and seventies, ...

“A story doesn’t have to be simple, it doesn’t have to be one-dimensional but, especially if it’s multidimensional, you need to find the clearest, most engaging way of telling it.” ...

I was fortunate to have traveled America’s blue highways in the golden age of roadside attractions. The year I fell in love with roadside attractions was 1971, when my husband, Michael, and I (newly ...