
What I’ve Learned from What My Mother Has Forgotten
My mother’s dementia made me think about my own future in a new way
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My mother’s dementia made me think about my own future in a new way
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Read MoreThe Walrus’ poetry editor explains how the rhythms of a poem smooth the roughness of a life
Read MoreThe Poetry Editor’s Note
Read MoreThe Poetry Editor’s Note
Read MoreIntroducing the Poetry Editor’s Note, which provides context to poems published in the magazine
Read MoreThe devil will open his mouth and invite you in. Carry a chicken bone, or a lion’s paw. Prepare a pot of hot soup. Feed him and you’re off the …
Read MoreWhen he was thirty-eight years old, he found himself in a stranger’s basement confronted by a calendar that had stopped dead on the day he was born. He became the …
Read MoreJillian Tamaki We asked five celebrated writers to devise five guidelines for composing a short story or poem. They all traded lists—and played by the rules. Five rules by Michael …
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