Jul 22, 2026
A Stone for Mark Mark Lanier (1958–2019) The stone was one of the large river stones Mark collected in the Japanese tradition of suiseki. Picture him in denim overalls, a red bandana tied around his bald head, his...
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Ascension My mother slips out of her skin to travel the hospital’s halls. She’s abandoned her body for a respite from monitors and the blessed nurses she swats with a gloved hand. She stretches: like...
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July 3, 2018 Our first full day in Lisbon. This morning I took a long, joyful walk from the Avenida da República to the Cais do Sodré. I go into the city like a swimmer entering the water. On the blank page of a notebook, I...
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In a poem called “Here and There,” collected in The Stars of Earth, her volume of new and selected poems published in 2017, Emily Grosholz asked, “What will I miss when I’m gone?” The question is still being asked, though Emily...
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Dear H, A friend who is a literary critic at a New York newspaper sought information related to an article he was writing about the state of book reviewing. At one point in the piece, he said, he wished to compare the...
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