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  • Poetry


  • Two Poems
  • “Imagine / a day alone / and call it Love.” New poems from Jayme Ringleb try to rename sadness. “because / you wanted to believe this was good, // you kept from yelling against this man / who wanted to gather you, to remake you / into what may have been worth a man.”

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  • Prose


  • Forty-nine
  • “To lift and see my hands. To see my elbows in a headstand. There went the earth, pressed down. There I went, up from what was dragging me.” A new essay on surprise, yoga, shooting, and writing from Colette LaBouff.

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  • Music


  • Standing Water
  • “I am eight years old, and the sun has set, and I am nowhere near Memphis, Tennessee, when Jeff Buckley slips under the surface of Wolf River Harbor.” Lee Huttner on music, mourning, and faith.

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