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April 2023Not everybody feels religion in the same way. Some it’s in their mouth, but some it’s like a hope in their blood, their bones.
Tillie Olsen, “O Yes”
Maybe the end of the world wasn’t fire and explosions and lawlessness and bodies in the streets. Maybe the end of the world was some smaller thing.
By Richard Scott LarsonMarch 2023My child is in the backseat with her mother / and can’t understand what’s happening, / keeps forgetting we’ve already told her / that she fainted and hit her head hard / on our living room’s stone floor
By James Davis MayMarch 2023At twenty you’ve managed to erase / our dad’s face from your own, / blacked out his sharp cheekbones / with roses, marked each eyelid / with an upside-down cross to distract / from his glossy brown irises.
By Reese MenefeeMarch 2023Sitting with his first wife, Judy, and a friend on a sunny beach in Algeciras, Spain, Sy Safransky embarked on a spiritual journey that ultimately led him to create the magazine you now hold in your hand. In March 1970, for the first time, he placed a tab of LSD on his tongue. He was twenty-five years old.
March 2023My son and I are sitting on his back porch, / early October, the gold locust leaves above his barn / giving the morning light something to shine in. / An unfelt breeze makes itself known / when the leaflets shake and shimmer.
— from “The Last Day, Again”
By Robert CordingMarch 2023A Thousand Words features photography so rich with narrative that it tells a story all on its own.
March 2023Mushrooms in the desert, pot on a family vacation, black hash on a nuclear submarine
By Our ReadersMarch 2023March 2023The feminine in the man is the sugar in the whiskey. The masculine in the woman is the yeast in the bread. Without these ingredients the result is flat, without tang or flavor.
Edna Ferber
Although I still identify as a Christian, I am endlessly unpacking and discarding the church teachings of my childhood. My belief in God is no longer built on the fear of what will happen to me after I die.
By Anna GazmarianFebruary 2023Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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