The sensibility of Gen Z is uncritical and anti-intellectual, assuming that everyone suffers from crippling anxiety and trauma, a sensitivity which any criticism might imperil.
poetry
We are hopeful not because what is lost can be recovered, but because an irrecoverable loss does not determine one’s sense of self and future.
The Good Place’s finale reminds us of things we never knew — like the impossibility of Heaven, and the reality of our singular, inescapable loneliness.
“There is war, but always elsewhere,” poet Jillian Weise says of reading The Economist. Americans have been watching […]
A poem by Donald John Trump
It’s been a slow news week here in Batavia, Ohio, the taint of America. Apparently the Mueller report (kind of, sort of) came out, and liberals everywhere achieved an unbelievable tantric orgasm nearly two years in the making.
In Shadowboxing: Poems and Impersonations, Joseph Rios evokes the image of an imposing Rocky Balboa as he opens […]
The Gary Soto Literary Museum is, unarguably, the “smallest, cutest, cleanest museum in the country.” In Fresno, California, […]