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A black and white illustration of a wildflower meadow.

In Bloom

November 6, 2023
Once the flower emerged, the itch subsided.

Hospital Journal

December 13, 2022
Words try to blot death up, but death leaks faster than language can soak.

Radical Surgeon of My Own Life

October 19, 2022
To wait for something to open, that’s optimism.

D Day

October 6, 2022
It would happen painlessly, God assured, although what did God even know, Ruby wondered, about pain?

Aubade

October 5, 2022
Another year of rain and terrible air, then I see the street again —

spirit animal

September 14, 2022
At this point, / my body’s beastly smell / starts to be all that matters.

D&C

August 15, 2022
I didn’t choose to become an alcoholic. But I did have the choice to remain childless.

Postpartum

August 15, 2022
Her swollen breasts leaked colostrum through a printed green sheath dress that she had sewn herself.

Uterus

August 15, 2022
Creation, reproduction, was supposed to be my inheritance, my potential; I, too, was once a daughter cell.

In the Middle of August, I Saw the Sky

August 10, 2022
One morning, on a wet day during the week...

Bringing Up Mother

July 13, 2022
I was not dressed correctly when / motherhood interviewed me.
An electrofishing demonstration at Barkley Dam, along the Cumberland River in Kentucky. At the foot of the dam, two men stand on a small boat with long poles in their hands. In the water around them, dozens or hundreds of carp leap out of the water.

Hook, Line, and Sinker

July 12, 2022
Invasive species are a problem not only of trade and climate change but also of language.

The Seven-Year Cycle

July 5, 2022
This is my introduction to dying. It is a good place to die — in a Changi Women’s Prison cell.

If I Say My Body Is Asian Does This Poem Disappear

June 29, 2022
Another poem mannequin- / Ing the body.

rising to the earth’s height

June 21, 2022
The story of the mimosa pudica and the snowshoe hare.

Steven Returns the Universe

March 21, 2022
If grief were a weapon, what shape would it take?
Portrait of author Meghan O'Rourke

Back Draft: Meghan O’Rourke

March 1, 2022
The memoirist talks about the limitations of “the traditional illness narrative” and what healing really means.

Tenement

February 23, 2022
I’d been undoing myself for years. / Why would this day be any different?

To Be Black and Restful on the Body of the Earth

February 14, 2022
I wonder what it means for me to shape my body inside a lineage of men’s conquest, inside a received tradition of mastery over land and gender.

Red Tides

February 10, 2022
My father, and the ecosystem I loved, were both slipping away.

Dirt

December 6, 2021
The medium of surprise.

Abundant

November 23, 2021
This body, your body, is always ready — for love, for affection, for pleasure, for decadent songs of praise.

Itasca, Alight

November 22, 2021
I was twenty the first time I saw wildfire reduce a forest to moonscape.
A color lithograph of a shark from 1889.

Shark’s Eye

November 16, 2021
The more I learned about the pain humans can cause each other, the more I turned to sharks.

Slag

October 20, 2021
Out to sea with the longest human- and wind-powered sailing race in North America.

The Show of Growth

August 19, 2021
"And right there and then, I showed her, I wouldn’t be of much use."

Chanda Prescod-Weinstein: “I’m one part of the universe, trying to figure out another part of the universe.”

August 2, 2021
On quarks, leptons, and the patriarchy.

Speed of Mercy

July 30, 2021
Mal wanted to prove she was more than a thirty-year-old podcaster and obscure short-story writer living in her mother’s garage apartment gobbling mango lassi and Doritos.

The Women

July 29, 2021
more than the men, even. The ones who looked / like I looked.

Mycelium

July 22, 2021
The part we see is just the fruit; there’s a whole network of fungi underground, a system underneath the forest floor that sustains the trees, carries nutrients in white webs.

Out to Sea

July 15, 2021
It was clear that in addition to the physical damage, the whales had experienced severe psychological distress.

Roots of Memory

July 14, 2021
The next installment in the Memory Loss series, exploring public and private remembrance in New York City, unearths the complex lives of living memorials.

Take the Bait

June 17, 2021
“Memory. Now that’s a thing a girl / can get behind.”

relapse dream

May 20, 2021
"& when will i be emptied by what a night doesn’t promise instead of what it does”

Wolf Peach

May 12, 2021
We are biologically driven to make more of ourselves, and propagate the earth, and steer our sisters from madness.

The Language of Women

May 4, 2021
Searching for the origins of shame.

Earthlings

April 9, 2021
You tunneled into reason: that many earthlings you had observed had enjoyed ecstatic many moments already where they had relaxed into the comfort of being invisible.

Cat Dreams

April 7, 2021
Doris Lessing’s unsentimental book On Cats provides strange comfort during a pandemic.

There’s No Simple Way to Make it OK

March 31, 2021
I was enamored with the notion that all I had to do to drive the sadness away, to have something to look forward to, was open a can of meadows.

Poem About Human Habits of Consumption That Begins with Contemplating the Walnut in My Yard

January 14, 2021
Who parted / your shell, in wedge & tear?

The Grief Artist

January 6, 2021
In the wake of a loss comes the urge to create.

Stitching and Writing on the Margin

January 25, 2021
Former journalist Sabine Heinlein is charting the history of zoonotic diseases not on magazine covers, but quilts.

Year of the Rat

November 24, 2020
The rat marks this year as the beginning of some kind of new cycle, though what will be new, and whether or not it will be good, is unknowable.

Cold Inside: Sexual Climate Change

November 19, 2020
Even before the pandemic, no one wanted to have sex. Now desexualization is a global crisis.

Dispatch from the Clorox War

November 19, 2020
I believe there are two worlds. / In one of them I clean it all, / all the time.

On the Road

November 16, 2020
I loaded up on hand sanitizer and masks, and sketched out a route that would take me to places I’d never seen before.

Ambergris and Gasoline

October 29, 2020
Imagine what that’s like for the whale.

Named After the Animal

October 13, 2020
My beloved gave me language instead of seed. I let it grow in the places where my loss emptied me out.

Clock Hands

October 1, 2020
My bones say / don’t you have any place to be.

Popol Vuh: A Retelling

September 25, 2020
In a similar way, a child is like saliva: the parent’s essence is in it. The face of his parents is in the child’s, although at times one must look hard to find it.

Acarapis woodi

September 24, 2020
“Breathing makes us susceptible.”

9 dreams

August 27, 2020
I feel as though I’ve dreamed / something terrible, but I don’t remember / what.

Fever in the Woods

August 26, 2020
Tucked far away with my children, this is where I feel safest and most afraid.

Fitness: How the Climate Killed My Children

August 20, 2020
If we won’t change to save ourselves, what hope is there for our children?

The New Wilderness

August 14, 2020
Agnes smiled through the pain. “They wouldn’t,” she said almost shyly, and Bea watched Agnes’s face contort, trying to imagine coyotes snuffling her hair.

Diane Cook: “Our humanity is what makes us so particularly wild.”

August 10, 2020
The author reflects on writing the physical world into fiction, what makes someone a “bad mom,” and what a wilderness community has in common with The Office.

Pandemic Jobs for Poets

August 7, 2020
Young poets join the army: burial of the dead is already / on your resume.

Alone in the Wilderness, Again and Again

July 22, 2020
Dick Proenneke has achieved something mythical: he seems happy.

Home

July 17, 2020
I was mesmerized by how willing her skin / was to leave her.

[in this ancestral land]

July 2, 2020
barbed wire circling raised voices
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The Loneliest City

June 18, 2020
Laura Aguilar’s Southern California photography reveals the intimacy and the isolation that have always been part of the fabric of Los Angeles.

Will COVID-19 Strengthen our Bonds?

May 12, 2020
Living with chronic illness in the midst of a pandemic requires a new map.

Becoming Animal

May 6, 2020
All of us touching our faces, touching habitats, dislodging species.

The Pandemic Novelist Has Regrets

April 26, 2020
In books and movies we've imagined it would take a gruesome virus to push working people to the edge. In reality, late capitalism is enough.

Ordinary Insanity

April 7, 2020
America’s fetishization of reproductive risk is driving mothers mad.

Your Name Means Garden

March 27, 2020
What does it mean to graduate / your way through the world?

Medusa and the Invention of Spells

March 25, 2020
A spell is most effective when you want something and can remember a time it already existed.

Faery Land

March 24, 2020
“Don’t take chances,” he said. “Given your history.” But chances, not history, are what we’re given.

Hurricanes with the Names of My Friends

March 13, 2020
We are disappearing into / the map’s folds. Small birds. Smaller ones.

Schrödinger’s Dog

March 10, 2020
The doctor talked about the operation: “Major surgery, but the techniques are well understood.” He spelled out the risks: 80 percent success rate.

The Cover of My Face

March 10, 2020
A trans author reflects on the fraught history of trans women’s memoir covers, and why she didn’t want her likeness on her own.

The Terrarium

March 5, 2020
The flat earth community has been on a fast, upward climb.

Darcey Steinke: How to Be in a Body

March 3, 2020
The writer embraces menopause, matriarchy, and the language of the body.

[You button this coat as if one sleeve]

February 28, 2020
making room for the night sky / the dead try on

Beasts of the Fields

February 19, 2020
Family heartache on the northern New York border, and the creatures that bore witness to it.

Blank Notes

February 14, 2020
How about adopting a fully grown girl? Says a broken-headed doll.

Thirteen

January 30, 2020
The real reason every one of them backed away, scared shitless, was because of her hard, black nipples. Her nipples were more terrifying than the curses her mouth spewed or the fire in her eyes.

Morning

January 24, 2020
there’s so much of it, this night

Just After the Wave

January 14, 2020
Perrine and Noah are hungry. But they don’t know how to wring a chicken’s neck, how to empty out its innards and pluck it.

The Empty City

January 10, 2020
I went to the doctor and found out / there is an empty city inside me.

Little Gods

January 8, 2020
Who have I been? I am an ordinary man, but would my past, put down on paper, make me look cruel?

These Bad Things

December 23, 2019
One night, when he was seven or eight, she read her son a story from a book called These Bad Things. It was surprisingly scary, and she knew she should stop, but they were so far in. She wanted to see how it ended.

Milk Teeth

December 23, 2019
I lean my open neck against yours. / The miracle always returns with a hunger.

What the Doctor Ordered

December 9, 2019
Caring for a dying patient, a pediatrician wrestles with questions of suffering and salvation.

Coming into Bloom

November 26, 2019
Finding love and making peace with impermanence, with a little help from some sunflowers.

Snow Hare

November 22, 2019
you know how to pull down a tree / with only your teeth

Turning, Unfolding, Passing Through

November 14, 2019
“Past their prime,” my mother says, shaking her head at pears forgotten on the kitchen counter, turning to rot.

Diana Marie Delgado: The Germ of Someone

November 12, 2019
The poet on growing up around storytellers, understanding the charming trickster, and acknowledging women’s trauma.
Author Mira Ptacin

Mira Ptacin: What Does It Feel Like to Have a Ghost in the Room?

October 28, 2019
In her new book, Ptacin goes deep with mediums and clairvoyants, and embraces the unknown.

The Girl Gangs of Pacific Avenue

October 16, 2019
I was out in the front garden weeding between the about-to-bloom tiger lilies the first time I saw them. Four girls in bathing suits and flip-flops, their mouths popsicle red and Italian-ice blue.

Why We Cry When We’re Angry

October 8, 2019
I feel like an electric line, snapped from the pole by the wind. A live wire. I spark against the ground.

Out of Water

October 4, 2019
The sea of simpler songs only the drowned and the fish know to sing.

Evidence of V: A Novel in Fragments, Facts, & Fictions

October 2, 2019
At first it was a pale shrimp curled pink inside V’s belly; now it is a mammal the size of a small cat. V feels its gnawing paws claw at her ribs, feels the burrow of its skull between her legs, a thrashing angry animal fighting at the cave where it’s been kept.

Wendy S. Walters: There Is No Neutral Body

September 25, 2019
Loneliness, anti-blackness, and the need to tell new stories on the 400th anniversary of the first ship carrying enslaved Africans to the New World

I Am Telling You What Happened To Me

September 18, 2019
I keep coming back to the violence before the violence, the moment of narrative rupture.

Carrot Legs

September 12, 2019
I brought my lips to my calf and licked. I thought, only for a second, that I could taste the faint bitterness of daikon radish.

Holy Love, Holy Rage

August 27, 2019
A female, feminist minister on the personal and political battle for reproductive rights in the South.

indelible in the hippocampus

August 20, 2019
Memory is no solid monument but liquid’s / twins of substance and ceaseless swell.