I am sharing with you an elegy for my dog Scruffers, who was a small black and tan Jack Russell mix my family rescued from a shelter. Scruffers was a handsome fellow with a jaunty stride. He and I ...

I must visit; it’s urgent, can’t they see? How can I grieve after losing your pictures? The bereaved must cling to memories, They say. But what if they aren’t tangible? I know I do remember all your ...

A light touch and a wry tone are what readers typically remember from the poetry of Alexander Pope (1688–1744), but he was absurdly talented, a man from whom words poured out in meter and rhyme as ...

A version of this story ran in the March / April 2024 issue. To submit a poem, please send an email, with the poem as an attachment, to [email protected]. We are looking for previously unpublished ...

I had loosely planned an upbeat column to start off the new year, but I’m writing it on Jan. 1, my mother’s birthday in 1919. Which got me remembering the day of her death, 84 years later. Then, in ...

When a pastor is an ICE agent, faithfulness might be found in what looks like its exact opposite—the active disruption of Christian practice. The school’s replica mold of Martin Luther’s face reminds ...

Her XLNC in an XTC. Her hair was soft as silk, not YRE, It gave no Q, nor yet 2P to view: She was not handsome; shall I tell U Y? U R to know her I was all SQ. L8 she was, and prattling like A J. They ...

Larry Levis’s work, gathered in the expansive new book “Swirl & Vortex,” was equally concerned with the soul and the void.