Matrimonial Agency

She fumbled for the bedside lamp as her husband asked who was it now, for the love of Pete, and what made college students think they could wake up their professors in the middle of the night. She kissed his forehead and told him it was probably one of those wrong numbers again. People should really know better than to drink and dial, she said, knowing that her little joke, like previous attempts at cheerful intimacy, would most likely fall, to use a biblical expression, on uncircumcised ears. He rubbed his nose and mumbled something into his pillow, rolled over and resumed snoring, first softly, like a baby, then with rapidly increasing vigor. She cupped the phone in both hands and whispered a hesitated hello into the receiver.

Transcending Trauma

Martha Sonnenberg reviews Rabbi Tirzah Firestone’s new book Wounds into Wisdom and argues that it helps us recognize “the ways in which we and others are affected by trauma, and what this may mean for healing the world.”

Revelations

“And the moment I was able to look them / in the eye, they opened theirs, // as surprised as I was to find themselves alive.” A new poem from Jon Swan.

Graphic Eugene Debs

Martha Sonnenberg reviews this new graphic biography of Eugene V. Debs and argues that the book’s strength lies in how it connects social theory to political activism.

My Grandmother, the Liar

Andrew Ridker reflects on the relationship between dishonesty and storytelling: “I write to impose a measure of control in my life. To shape my own reality. The difference is, I can distinguish between life and fiction.”

Cows

“The problem was excusable, almost: / that they thought there should be a place / in the world that would welcome them. / But why?” A new poem from Steven Kleinman.