A laurel. A reed. An echo. I wanted a poem that would turn like that, with snares and cinches, that would elapse very fast. I wanted the poem to drain through your fingers like sand.” ...

Ymei Subject: ….swiss self-end-of-life… To: Karen Shepard. how much advance notice does one need for a date.. ? are there any particular r ...

Here are stories we fought over, stories we couldn’t shake, stories that have a way of taking things we’re supposed to love—innocence, books, solidarity—and toying with them disconcertingly.” ...

the sun was shining on the veranda while tree sap slumbered, iridescent, in the courtyard, a single persimmon stood, while flies buzzed over loquat-colored soil ...

The artist and filmmaker Cauleen Smith was born in 1967 in Riverside, California, and lives and works in Los Angeles. In gouache on black construction paper, this portfolio renders a selection of the ...

“They don’t exist anymore,” Sun Dongming said. “No.” Lin Wang shook his head. “When did they disappear?” “Let me ask.” Lin Wang dug around in his pocket for his phone. Sun Dongming thought he was ...

Every year, at our Spring Revel, we give three honors: the Hadada Prize, the Plimpton Prize, and the Terry Southern Prize. This year, Jeffrey Eugenides presented the Plimpton Prize to Ottessa Moshfegh ...

New books by Tim Altenhof, Louise Erdrich, Andrew Martin, Daniel Okrent, Rosemary Tonks, and Antoine Volodine.

“America is stuck with its self-definition put on paper in 1776, and that was just like putting a burr under the metaphysical saddle of America.” ...

For our series Making of a Poem, we’re asking poets and translators to dissect the poems they’ve contributed to our pages. Monzer Masri’s poem “A Palestinian, a Sudanese, and the third was a Moroccan, ...