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The Double Lamp of Solitude

By Joshua Edwards Poetry

Occasionally, she would indulge / in controlled acts of remembrance, / letting the distant world intrude. / She found this sometimes helpful / to her investigations, but a little / went a long way.

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The Strange Persistence of Religion in Contemporary Art

By James Elkins & Jonathan A. Anderson Interview

We’re talking here about two projects: rereading art history to recover a wider context for religious meaning, and rereading it to recover a wider sense of the art historical project. You are aiming at the first, which is the larger and more important one, but our examples have been mainly the second, which would be a tonic to the discipline.

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In the Studio

By Eric Aho Visual Art

I cut a hole in the ice each winter, an extraordinary black trapezoid—“avanto” in Finnish—intended for the bracing plunge to follow the extreme heat of the Finnish sauna. The shape carries so much personal meaning.

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The Day of Big Trouble

By Matt Kleberg & Jamie Quatro Fiction Visual Art

How a thing looked was important. Not just Is it useful, but Is it nice to look at. Trees made fruit, and fruit is useful, he’d said to Zeke. But before fruit comes flowers, and there’s not a thing to be done with them but look.

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Vessel

By Jared Carter Poetry

But innocence / / Is not responsibility / cleansed by command / And water, lifted, can but flee / the trembling hand.

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The Wall

By Spencer Hyde Fiction

Wasim’s was the only part of the family cut off when the wall was erected, the rest residing on the other side near the Israeli settlement of Gilo. From their family balcony, Gilo can be seen—ten thousand red-roofed pillars by night, one colossal cloud by day.

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Plague Psalm 90

By Philip Metres Poetry

A psalm for the plague year by Philip Metres: “Loss, you have been our regent, / Refusing the refugees / you sent. / / Truly we’re boxed in an annex / Of the mansion / of your text.”

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The Unvarnished Truth

By Susan Neville Fiction

Throughout the winter, Dr. Iske obsessively polished their furniture with oil. He had studied plant biology in college before going on to med school, and when he saw varnished wood, he saw the tree it had come from.

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