What is a person but an animal? Women, especially mothers, are raptors. I come from people who could fly. From above, one hundred feet in the air, approximately ten storeys high, the red-tailed hawk perceives its prey—a grey-haired mouse. A . . .
for Stan Dragland and for Kris Coleman
The wilderness of our youth, an empty barn,dancing with friends into the small hours,then daylight and the cars swerving awaywordless into the dawn
It arrives all at once tonight,not as memory, but as . . .
We asked our issue 110 contributors to let us know what’s captured their attention over the past year. Here’s what they shared:
The best painting I saw this year was by Ben Reeves at Nicholas Metivier Gallery in Toronto. . . .
Three months after Steven Heighton’s passing, I keep returning to the opening lines of Tomas Tranströmer’s “After a Death”: “Once there was a shock / that left behind a long, shimmering comet tail.” The residue of the shock hasn’t settled . . .