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The girl was on fire already when she walked into the town square and still she burned for nine more days.

Welcome, Friend. Thanks for selecting this handheld audio guide for the White House Jasper Johns Flags Exhibit.

This life’s so small & // Sweet as a strawberry

We watched the women play harp in // The hills of grass

Welcome, Friend. Thanks for selecting this handheld audio guide for the White House Jasper Johns Flags Exhibit.

Digging in dregs of trash
to find the bird my father needed
to get well, I tore a vanishing 
line across the length of my palm.

This past February, I hired a cab for a pandemic-fatigued trip with a friend to the Himalayan hills in Himachal Pradesh, down the Old Manali road. It was a drowsy afternoon, the summer heat landing thick on the windows. My friend and I...

Unlike professional wellness culture, humanistic study can be a balm to the soul and giver of durable self-knowledge. But what would this self-knowledge look like in actual clinical practice? What would the hazards be?

Three nudes crudely drawn. One crouching, 

back turned, right hand feeding the turtle 

of the painting’s title; another sitting, as if in a chair,

head bowed, eyes downcast; and a central 

If there was a shack by the side of the river, what would it look like? How big would it be? If we opened the door to the shack by the river, what would we find there? There’s no light in the shack except light that eats through the gaps...

a woman who doesn’t read                 many poems asks                            is poetry meant to be