Edwin Beard Budding’s 1830 contraption—the lawnmower—caused quite a sensation and kicked off many an amateur gardening career at a time when the middle classes were still discovering various uses for […]
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Maggie Nelson’s newest book, On Freedom: Four Songs of Care and Constraint, is an exhaustive survey of the “productive antagonisms” that emerge from contemporary discourse on freedom in an attempt […]
Read MoreEd Roberson’s Asked What Has Changed bears witness to the vertiginous effects of the climate crisis from a prime yet precarious perspective: that of a “black / ecopoet / observ[ing] […]
Read MoreSueyeun Juliette Lee’s fifth poetry collection, Aerial Concave without Cloud, is washed in the pale blue light of apocalyptic reckoning. Prophetic and aphotic, this book begins at the microscopic level—photons, […]
Read MoreI’ve heard Atsuro Riley read publicly only once, at AWP in 2016, as part of the lineup of Whiting Award winners. Before that, I had heard him read a single […]
Read MoreIn May and June 2020, Americans gathered en masse to oppose U.S. law enforcement’s routine murders of Black civilians. Armed with their iPhones, protestors abandoned their tv sets and computer […]
Read MoreThe second or third time I met the painter Benjamin Britton he was reading poolside as other members of the university art department swam laps, towel-dried their children, and […]
Read MoreAnthony Doerr is one of the most scientifically minded fiction writers working today. He’s a literary conservationist. In his vision, science is a matter of preservation and protection. Nature and […]
Read MoreIf the apple is that most iconic of American fruits, what is its counterpart among diasporic cultures from Asia? When I was growing up in Baguio City in the Philippines, […]
Read MoreEvery piece included in Home in Florida: Latinx Writers and the Literature of Uprootedness, a new anthology edited by Anjanette Delgado, grapples with the concept of “uprootedness,” a term used […]
Read MoreGod tastes like a walnut. Jesus tastes like fried chicken. Dolly Parton tastes like Sweet’N Low, and matricide—for any correlation or the lack thereof—tastes like peach cobbler. Monique Truong’s second […]
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