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Alice Mattison

Imbolo Mbue

That’s why we don’t keep things in stairwells.—Mary Warnement, The Boston Athenaeum When the former curator remembers the Ming,remembers knocking it over, he remarks, “The thing took fucking forever to…

Jill McDonough

My neighbor stands on her back stoop, watches me stampon shovels, me sweat, me tug up trash trees in my yard. This yard was all packed dirt, a crap-ass lack…

I stopped at a red light on Mass. Ave.in Boston, a couple blocks awayfrom the bridge, and a woman in a beat-upold Buick backed into me. Like, cranked her wheel,rammed…

Susan and I look at saints at the Met, trackdown Lucy, Catherine, Justina, palmbranches and swords, peaceful told-you-soexpressions. We walk out past cornus masand daffodils, forsythia, to the Frick. Pasta woman,…

How quickly we turn from grateful to greedy.—Ann Patchett Everybody knows money can turn it all around.Cover rent, school loans, groceries, everything we require—we find fresh needs: wooden bowls. A…

In other news, this is the top. Weep for what little thingswould make them jealous. I publish a poem online, and people post comments. Smart little analyses, short papersthey might…

I love teaching people how to use a dictionary,watch them get faster than out-of-practice me, watch them learn ambivalent or incarceration,use them in their own new sentences. I teach men and women in…