Search 50 years of archives

Independent, Reader-Supported Publishing

Current Issue
December 2024
The Sun InterviewBy Derek AskeyOld SoulsJim Tucker on Children’s Memories of Past Lives
Askey: This is perhaps an ontological question, but do you think James Huston became James Leininger, or is there some other entity—some consciousness, some soul—that was once James Huston and is now James Leininger?

Tucker: The latter much more than the former, I think. We can only speculate, but to my mind there may well be this larger self that has different lifetimes. It’s a core that continues, though the people it inhabits are different. I use the analogy of actors in movies. When you see Jimmy Stewart in a movie, it’s undeniably Jimmy Stewart, and yet he can play very different characters.
Readers WriteBy Our ReadersLuxuries
A foreign sports car, a Hawaiian vacation, a glass of water on a hot day
In This Issue
Archives
November 2024
October 2024
September 2024
August 2024
July 2024
June 2024
Browse 50 years of Archives

Search
Renew Subscribe
Personal. Political.
Provocative. Ad-free.
Subscribe and Save up to 45%
Renew your subscription
Give the gift of the Sun
SUBSCRIBE
Give the gift of the Sun

Independent, Reader-
Supported Publishing

Subscribe and Save up to 45%

Renew your subscription SUBSCRIBE

Give the gift of the Sun

Search 50 years of archives

Jared Harél

Jared Harél’s newest book of poetry is Let Our Bodies Change the Subject. When not writing, parenting, or teaching, he plays drums for the New York City rock band Flyin’ J & the Ghostrobber.

Poetry

Last Bath

It hasn’t happened yet: the awkward bloom / of my children’s bodies, the bathroom pin-lock / pushed in, the steady stream of marathon showers, / bolts of thick steam all shadowy blue.

January 2024

Poetry

Self-Portrait With Butterflies

Lonely and a little bored, / I used to donate blood every eight weeks / at the Red Cross across the street / from my studio apartment. / Eyes skyward, arm shot straight, I’d sigh / as a butterfly needle settled on my skin, / its plastic wings drawn to a vein / in my forearm

January 2021

What Do You Think?

Has something we published moved you? Fired you up? Did we miss the mark? We’d love to hear about it.

SEND US A LETTER