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Then ahead I saw a small, dark shape perched on the sand, well back from the water. As I drew closer, the shape revealed itself to be a bird, sitting back on its tail feathers. It was vaguely penguin-like, about eighteen inches tall, with black back and head, white breast and cheeks.
By Richard GoldsteinOctober 2017I am waiting to turn left at an intersection. A driver cuts me off, we make eye contact, and I am caught in the endless loop of a memory I thought I had left behind eight years ago in Afghanistan. I begin to feel panicked.
By Benjamin HertwigOctober 2017After fifteen years in prison I was beginning to assume my life couldn’t get any more lopsided and annoying, but now some cruel functionary has started a war against the local swallows.
By Saint James Harris WoodOctober 2017These guys are allowed almost no dignity. As far as I’m concerned, their sentence is their punishment. They aren’t supposed to be treated cruelly on top of that.
By Aaron CarnesOctober 2017September 2017It’s not enough to be gentle with those who are like us if we can’t find it in ourselves to be kind with those who are less fortunate than we are. The true test of our compassion lies in our ability to have concern for those least like ourselves.
Keith Boykin
Last month, in a section titled “One Nation, Indivisible,” we devoted more than half our pages to excerpts from The Sun’s archives. Our goal was to address the current political moment by giving readers perspective on the past and courage to face the present. Because the problems in our nation seem unlikely to be resolved anytime soon, we are making this an ongoing part of the magazine.
September 2017A short marriage, a leaky yurt, a mother’s grief
By Our ReadersSeptember 2017Once upon a time there was an abbot of a monastery who was very good friends with the rabbi of a local synagogue. It was Europe, and times were hard. . . .
By Megan McKennaSeptember 2017It was worth getting out of bed in the cold dark / for an early doctor’s appointment / to find this bright donut shop where I sit / with my medium coffee, cream and sugar
By Paul MartinSeptember 2017I am rooted. / Ask the land. / I am lyric. / Ask the sea.
By Thomas Sayers EllisSeptember 2017Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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