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… During my junior semester abroad, I worked as a companion for Anne-Marie, a famously reclusive French poet who died a couple years ago. She had a rule I knew well, though … tossed with rum-soaked dried cranberries and a drizzle of balsamic vinegar. For dessert, she made a cast-iron fruit …

… Mr. Pea travels eyeball to eyeball. He never dies himself. Just keeps getting harder and harder. Still …

… Complacency Last winter I picked four oranges each night … outside the kitchen door. The tree suffers from the same complacency that killed us once or twice, that kills us even as we walk away from our only common vision—our grief—and the sobs behind the voice that …

… $5.95. In James Wright’s Collected Poems (1971), the reader comes across “Small Frogs Killed on the Highway,” … a perilous black, a secret light that must have been studied for many years before the anxious and disciplined … , Wright narrates his desire: “I float among/ Lonely animals, longing/ For the red spider who is God.” That desire is …

… about the recent Women’s Marches is not that they have become an annual event, or that these marches sprung forth all … Insults Into Nicknames, Why Body Image is Hard, and How Diets Can Kiss My Ass , the part she’s playing is one she’s … same community of women that once supported them. (She also points out that these attacks are often against women of …