Mary Oliver’s poetry works in implicit contrast with our daily underestimation of the world.

“Limits,” “Having a Seizure in Front of My Father,” and “Alone Together.”

Annihilation portrays the chaos of “post-truth” in narrative form.

“That book might make you die a little and don’t forget to eat durian ice cream after reading it.”

“I want to believe that reading tunes the mind, that empathy results from the connections forged between a reader and a character…”

“I think the process should be an expression of the product, and vice versa.”

“You have to be willing to walk right up to the line that divides emotion and melodrama.”

This is what I get, searching for love at Healthy Donut. This is what happens when you’re looking to meet someone.

“Playing bad guitar solos is satisfying in a way that writing bad short stories is not.”

If you’re on every channel, they can’t pretend you don’t exist.