Poetry
I Understood Our Time Was Running Out
For Julie I understood our time was running out, so I planned a winter picnic, and privately decided not to eat. We drove past petrified trees, and thankfully we passed …
Read MoreThe Scarborough Bluffs
You will not find me among the women of the earth, Their hair wound up in buns upon their heads, And goosebumped legs bridged above the bath— I am not …
Read MoreThe Performer Speaks to Her Perfect Apprentice Beneath the Arches
Jillian 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 …
Read MoreDogwalker’s Law
The Korean chatelaine who claims she never boffed her former dogwalker (and blots her creamy affidavit swearing theirs a chaste relationship) is perjuring: if she didn’t, she should have, as …
Read MoreUnderwhelmed, if that’s a word
I’d say the book was disappointing, but I had no expectations of its excellence, so that would be misleading. I’d say my team’s performance fails to satisfy, but its salary …
Read MoreCivil and Civic
You talk across periods; I draw on arms with blue pen, The Clash, et cetera. With gall you hang posters, know the slogans. You savour the word disobedience, chew chocolate …
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