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Before you know what kindness really is / you must lose things, / feel the future dissolve in a moment
By Naomi Shihab NyeApril 2020I will tell you this: If there is a God, he does not live in a slaughterhouse. That much I know. I hope the God everyone argues over so viciously is not looking out of those dead, glazed pupils, asking us to see him finally.
By Ann WuehlerApril 2020Learn the word ennui. Resolve to do something meaningful with your life. Do something selfish and stupid instead. Go to prison.
By Steven StamponeMarch 2020Joyas voladoras, flying jewels, the first white explorers in the Americas called them, and the white men had never seen such creatures, for hummingbirds came into the world only in the Americas, nowhere else in the universe.
By Brian DoyleJanuary 2020December 2019Every heart is the other heart. Every soul is the other soul. Every face is the other face. The individual is the one illusion.
Marguerite Young, Miss MacIntosh, My Darling
A detour in Samoa, an encounter in a bar, a snowfall in Colorado
By Our ReadersDecember 2019I thought tryouts went great. I played catcher, just catcher. You may ask, How solid was my receiving with that lingering double vision? Well, I’m happy to report that squatting behind the plate was a miracle cure.
By Mark GozonskyNovember 2019Decorah sat in the impact crater of an asteroid that had struck the earth hundreds of millions of years ago. One of the extinct giant sea creatures exhumed from its crust — the shrimp-looking Pentecopterus decorahensis — had been named after the town.
By Poe BallantineNovember 2019— from “Almost Done” | My wife has taken Pepper to the vet this morning. She is losing her hair, doesn’t like her food, has growths on her skin, moves slowly after eighty-four dog years.
By Jory PostOctober 2019I could never stay long enough on the shore; the tang of the untainted, fresh, and free sea air was like a cool, quieting thought.
Helen Keller
August 2019Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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