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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…
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…
By Cathy Linh Che Cue soundtrack. The undead include: my grandmother, my older sister, my uncle,…
By Edvard Munch Translated by Eirill Falck note 615 Translated from the Norwegian I walked along the road with two friends— the sun set …
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…
Pakistani human rights and land defender Ayisha Siddiqa was set to give a speech on November 17 at COP27 in Sharm el-Sheikh, Egypt. However, when it was her turn to…
After an artist residency at Chicago’s International Museum of Surgical Science, Carrie Olivia Adams celebrates the lives of pioneering women in medicine during the nineteenth century.
I knew I was the only poor person at my tech startup because one time everyone else in my department quit or was fired in the space of six months,…