Fanny Quincy Howe: A Tribute
Featuring Andrea Cohen, Christina Davis, Carolyn Forché, Ezra Fox, James Fraser, Sheila Gallagher, Robert Hass, Kythe Heller, Brenda Hillman, Richard Kearney, Askold Melnyczuk, John Mulrooney, Eileen Myles, and Sue Schardt, compiled by Nidia Hernández
Seasons in the Vanishing World: Court Observing in the ICE Age
The people who are kidnapped by ICE in my own city are my neighbors.
The Three Leos
Will the new pope be able to dismantle the structures of thought and practice that still make the world-wide Catholic Church an essential enemy of democratic liberalism?
Savage Mnemosyne: Meditation on the culture of memory
In Polish, there is a very special phrase that means both forgiveness and forgetting.
Queer Belonging and Ukraine
I can’t describe my relationship with Ukraine as anything but queer.
Featured Poets: Vasyl Makhno and Christianne Goodwin
We’re proud to bring you the poems of Vasyl Makhno, and Christianne Goodwin.
Spin Cycle
“I distinctly remember the hurricane party. They mocked everyone who tried to get them to leave.”
Ian Roberts: the Best of the “Worst?”
Does it matter how Roberts entered the country compared to the value of his public service?
In the City of Lions
Once I go to Lviv, I am completing an ancestral cycle, without realizing it at the time.
As the Picture Darkens
It's Caesar's world Miller describes: ruthless, feckless, treacherous, and devoid of love. (Worth remembering, too, how Caesar’s story ends.)
After the Cameras Leave
Empire doesn’t just rely on laws or force or uniforms. It relies on spectacle.
When Silence Speaks Louder
For the past few months I’ve been participating in silent protests against the killing of children in Gaza by the Israeli army.
Bearing Gaza in Exile
I wanted to be with my siblings under the same roof, but exile does not make that possible.
Featured Poets: Fred Marchant and Yaryna Chornohuz
We’re proud to bring you the poems of Fred Marchant and Yaryna Chornohuz.
A song of peace for their land and for mine
Like most others in the South Louisiana ICE Processing Center, neither Ozzie nor Rümeysa had known, until recently, that such a place existed.
