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These days I can see us clinging to each other / as we are swept along by the current
By W.S. MerwinDiseases have no eyes. They pick with a dizzy finger anyone, just anyone.
Sandra Cisneros, The House on Mango Street
People want to celebrate the things that symbolize generosity and goodness in their lives. To share that with others and have others understand that this means something to you — that’s an extraordinary act of communion.
By Hazel Kight WithamI can’t see the virus, but I feel its seeds in me. I can’t see my faith, but I feel its seeds in me, too.
By Heather SellersMy friend possessed the inclination and the ability to turn her experience of the world into a language that insisted on delighting in itself.
By Chris BurskDear Ross: How can you miss on purpose? If I’m late getting back on defense, you’ll bounce the ball off the bottom of the rim and catch the “rebound” for a point. Alone under the basket. Missing.
Dear Noah: Bouncing the ball off the bottom of the rim is, as you say, a poorly missed shot, but also a perfectly missed one, because it results in a point in our game, which means it’s a way for me to stay on the court. If there were a way I could stay on the court without cheating — without those perfectly, beautifully missed shots — believe me, I would do it.
By Noah Davis, Ross Gay— from “Wanting Not Wanting” | I wish I didn’t / want things / to be other / than they are
By John BrehmI. / I remember shaking hands: / damp sweaty hands and dry scratchy hands, / bone-crushing handshakes and dead-fish handshakes, / two-handed handshakes, my hand sandwiched / between a pair of big beefy palms.
By Lesléa Newman