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August 26, 2016

Is Grief a Waiting

By Rosebud Ben-Oni

You hear the strange cricket in the oven sing, and ask what it sings.   This is what it sings.     —Frank Bidart, “The Third Hour of the Night” […]

August 26, 2016

Fall Forward

By Cody Walker

In my 190-plus posts for this blog, I’ve only once thought to sing the praises of A.Word.A.Day, Anu Garg’s brilliant daily email blast. Allow me a second huzzah: A.Word.A.Day is, […]

August 13, 2016

There Ought to Be Clowns

By Cody Walker

I sort of swore off writing about clowns earlier this summer, but I’ve continued to hear their shuffling feet and their muffled laughs. A couple of weeks ago, former Texas […]

August 5, 2016

Ghost Stories, Systems

By Dora Malech

Between sad, hateful blats from Trump’s trumpet and the usual political dogwhistles came the (largely unheard in national mainstream media) dirges for three (more) Black women killed, in the words […]

July 21, 2016

Histories of Our Faces

By Dora Malech

I recently returned home from teaching for two weeks in the Between the Lines program at the University of Iowa’s International Writing Program in Iowa City. The session in which I taught […]

July 12, 2016

Identity In Flux: On Jewishness & Poetry

By Rosebud Ben-Oni

In late 2014, I asked six different poets of various ages and backgrounds questions about Jewish identity and poetry. I had answered some questions about poetry and faith on The Best […]

July 9, 2016

Trump Card

By Cody Walker

I’m writing this post on a Wednesday morning, after having just read a spirited debate over the meaning of the Brexit vote in The New York Times. All five of […]

July 7, 2016

The Kangas of the World

By Cody Walker

My five-year-old daughter and I have been reading Winnie-the-Pooh this week. In the seventh chapter, the nativist Rabbit tries to drive out recent arrivals Kanga and Roo by kidnapping Roo […]

June 28, 2016

A Real Kind of Sublime

By Rosebud Ben-Oni

We look at alien grace, unfettered by any determined form, and we say: balloon, flower, heart, condom, opera, lampshade, parasol, ballet. Hear how the mouth, so full of longing for […]