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Nearly everything I know about football can be summed up in two profoundly funny and funnily profound poems by Mary Ruefle “Elegy for a Game” and “Super Bowl.” Though neither explicitly mentions it, these poems...

And so now, here I was, shouldering all that and now shouldering an enormous magazine. How could I make a safe space for myself, for others?

My father used to read to me at bedtime when I was a kid. One of my favorite books was Louis Untermeyer’s anthology, The Golden Treasury of Poetry, with Blake, Dickinson,...

The Poetry Foundation is excited to announce the 12 finalists for the 2023 Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry Fellowships! Thank you to everyone who applied and shared their work...

When Francisco Aragón joined the University of Notre Dame's Institute for Latino Studies (ILS) in 2003, there was no literary component. To address the gap, he established the Andrés Montoya...

The first time I went to New York, or maybe the second, I read for the Segue series in the Zinc Bar: low stage, red velvet curtains—a windowless sexual basement,...

“Oh, he’s getting deported,” said my mother with a big, bright smile, right as my father was leaving the house to meet with an immigration lawyer. For years I’ve ruminated...

You haven’t seen Blazing Saddles until you’ve seen it in the hospice where your mother is spending her last three weeks, and she keeps saying, wait, it gets funnier.  Madeleine Kahn, Cleavon Little,...

Editor's Note: This is the final installment in a three-part essay. Read Part II here. Here we have something for you folks, we hope You enjoy it as we enter our social section, thank...

Editor’s Note: This is the third installment in a three-part essay. Read Part II here After the pandemic, I understood surrender.  It was February 2020, my father had just died, we’d sold our...