July 14 – 18, 2025
- Mira Ptacin examines the poetry of found lists
- How ICE hit lists endanger student protesters
- Ursula K. Le Guin’s forgotten YA trilogy
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“Then Eric said, I don’t want to be like that colleague of yours, Dennis What’s-his-name, I don’t want to be like him, clinging on, nothing else in his head every minute of every day, nothing only clinging on. I don’t call that living when all you think about is staying alive.”
“Dorothy and Karl took him to the evening auction sales. At 8 p.m., with no movie house in town, people congregated Tuesday on the short set of bleachers facing a wooden ring in which aging dairy cows were sold, mainly for hamburger, and vealer calves, also for slaughter, if not singled out by a farmer rebuilding his herd.”
“A young boy climbs a riverbank. He steps onto a railway bridge. He is twelve years old. He kneels down, under a harsh sun, and puts his ear to the track. The track does not vibrate. There is no train approaching around the bend on the other side of the river.”