The Comfort Room
What is a caregiver before the diapers need changing and the wheelchair needs pushing?
Essays
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ENOUGH: Three Poems on the Domestic
I never saw the current raging beneath / a rip tide of blood that boils without warning, / melting the 24-carat gold / into pools of nightmares
I Didn’t Learn My Grandfather’s Name Until He Died
On the phone with my father, I volunteer my shame and regret through tears. His name. How could I not know his name?
Telling My Daughter the List of Things I’ve Been Wrong About
There are far more jumbled states possible than whole ones, but occasionally in the shaking, maybe a piece or two comes out together.
Voices on Addiction: If You Give
“He’s going to want a cookie to go with it.”She seemed to exhale on the mouse’s behalf. Thank God, another cookie.
Loving Renee Back
Yet, in my moments of hope, I wonder: If trans signifies a crossing, might it cross the space between life and death?
The Irrevocable Condition
These are all preposterous, illogical ideas that we wrap around ourselves as children, then cast off when we are somehow not anymore.
Voices on Addiction: Last Drunk
In the past, getting the ball rolling has proven to be a Sisyphean task. Max admits he has a problem and is pretty sure he can solve it. Alone.
Back into The Garden: The (Re)turn at the End of Ross Gay’s Poem “To the Mulberry Tree”
Close Reads is an essays column exploring a specific page, paragraph, or sentence from a book, film, piece of music, or other media.
How to Feed a Dying Body
The difficulty comes when patients learn that dying or waiting to die is still living, and therefore the command for narrative lingers.
Crows in this Part of New Delhi
After drinking water, crows wipe their beaks by perching on a Dish TV antenna, some on a bare-branched Mango tree, and some on a parapet wall.