Time-Bound Place-Bound
By Poetry Issue 129
Moods
are painted dark blue on the blue East River.
My Lost Saints
By Poetry Issue 129
I lost my lost saints in pieces.
Read MoreThe Miscarriage
By Essay Issue 129
I felt a thrilling moment of relief, amazed that I had been freed of the burden of a child, then crushed by guilt for having felt so.
Read MoreThe Days of the Rising Sun: A Novel Excerpt
By Fiction Issue 129
WEARY AND NUMB, Niam Khabbaz trudged through the streets of Rising Sun. Her heart was pounding for no apparent reason as she made her way through the narrow passages she knew so well. She paused briefly when she noticed the police cars and ambulances outside her house, and as soon as she spotted her neighbors…
Read MoreThat Which Is True Is Ours: How to Build an Independent Bookstore
By Essay
Christ’s resurrection is the lodestone of my life, my hope, my faith. And the early church had a rich symbolism for this: the resurrection took place on the first day of the week, which was also the day after the seventh day—the eighth day. This Sunday of all Sundays represents a new creation, eternity breaking into time. The eighth day represents eternity contrasted with the time of this world.
Read MoreBharti Kher: The Heart of Things
By Visual Art Issue 127
Triangles have a special place in her abstract work, sometimes commenting on the politics of space, such as geodesy and the Orientalist map-making undertaken by colonial powers.
Read MorePaintings from the Kitchen Issue
By Visual Art Issue 127
Drawings from the Kitchen Issue
By Visual Art Issue 127
Starting Small
By Poetry Issue 127
World Without End: The Weeknd’s Divine Comedy
By Culture Issue 127
The line between Abel Tesfaye and the Weeknd has always been hazy. Is the Weeknd a pseudonym? A band? A persona or character?
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