Fuck Your Lecture on Craft, My People Are Dying
By Noor Hindi Colonizers write about flowers. I tell you about children throwing rocks at Israeli tanks seconds before becoming daisies. I want to be like those poets who care…
The Poet of the Information Desk
Robyn Schiff returns to The Met to read from her poem, “Information Desk: An Epic” in which she recounts what it was like to work at the Museum while establishing…
For a Coming Extinction
By W. S. Merwin Gray whale Now that we are sending you to The End That great god Tell him That we who follow you invented forgiveness And forgive nothing…
“Pity me not because the light of day”
By Edna St. Vincent Millay Pity me not because the light of day At close of day no longer walks the sky; Pity me not for beauties passed away From…
Zombie Apocalypse Now: The Making Of
By Cathy Linh Che Cue soundtrack. The undead include: my grandmother, my older sister, my uncle,…
Notes on “The Scream”
By Edvard Munch Translated by Eirill Falck note 615 Translated from the Norwegian I walked along the road with two friends— the sun set …
Letter to the Person Who Carved His Initials into the Oldest Living Longleaf Pine in North America
by Matthew Olzmann —Southern Pines, NC Tell me what it’s like to live without curiosity, without awe. To sail on clear water, rolling your eyes at the kelp reefs swaying…