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The day I found out I was having a girl, I sat in my car in the parking lot of the doctor’s office and sobbed. Deep, ragged sobs.
In our column Poetry Rx, readers write in with a specific emotion, and our resident poets take turns prescribing the perfect poems to match. This week, Kaveh Akbar is on the line.
Rich Cohen explores the very plausible conspiracy theory that other great civilizations have predated humans on this planet.
Our monthly column Feminize Your Canon explores the lives of underrated and underread female authors.
William Carlos Williams, 1964.
Rutherford, New Jersey: Number nine stands on a terrace at the foot of Ridge Road, just where it angles into Park Avenue and the stores along the main street. For fifty years the sign beside the walk read William C. Williams, M. D. Now it carries the name of his son, with an arrow pointing to the side entrance and the new office wing. In his last years, Dr. Williams's health suffered from a series of strokes that made it difficult for him to speak and impaire…
Kyle Chayka on how minimalist artists work against language.
Ten days after I called off my engagement I was supposed to go on a scientific expedition to study the whooping crane on the gulf coast of Texas.
Toni Morrison, Philip Roth, Jason Alexander, Charlotte Rampling, Danez Smith, Sarah Manguso, Salman Rushdie, Molly Ringwald, Jenny Slate, Devendra Banhart, and more
a buried child comes unearthed
a zero suma gaping hole
there all along one step ahead
and fallen into midsentence
he imagined her naked in his big bed at night