The Hafgufa is a giant fish or whale said in Old Norse writings to roam the seas.
In the Konungs Skuggsjá, a book of tactics and morality written by King Håkon Håkonsson for his young son, the king is loath to describe the creature—for no...
My mother, teaching me how to protect my body: “When a man touches you here, yell I am a body that will bear a child.” How was I, a child, to understand that as the sanctity of my body. How was I to know to say, the body without that potential...
Early in January, a few days into the New Year, I sat with four students on the ninth floor of a Twenty-Third Street Manhattan building. I have two dominant memories of our week together: The first is of the forbearance with which they...
Little wiener dog doing his best show horse, jumping one, two, three stumps in a row; his boy is too busy scrolling to notice, but I smile all the way up the hill. Bitter cold
I wonder. Yes, I’m looking up as I say this, I wonder if I do have a superpower. Maybe I have more than one aspect of attraction, this knack for drawing others in close, almost touching me.
