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by Cynthia Zarin, a poem about the things we carry. This morning I was walking upstairsfrom the kitchen, carrying yourbeautiful flowers, the flowers you brought me last night, calla liliesand something else, I am notsure what to call them, white flowers, of course you had no way of knowingit has been years since I boughtwhite flowers—but now you have and …
A new tool available online links email addresses to Facebook accounts in bulk, according to a video shared with researchers and Motherboard. Video shows churning through emails, finding the associated account. The news presents another significant privacy issue for Facebook, which is continuing to face a series of data leaks around phone numbers and other data. Source. Facebook is such …
a poem by Jane Hirshfield 10 25 moleculesare enoughto call wood thrush or apple. A hummingbird, fewer.A wristwatch: 10 24. An alphabet’s molecules,tasting of honey, iron, and salt,cannot be counted— as some strings, untouched,sound when a near one is speaking. So it was when love slipped inside us.It looked out face to face in every direction. Then it was inside …
After a truly humiliating reading on Saturday, I spent 48 hours renouncing playwriting. The draft is really, really bad. Now, I knew I was writing a bad draft. I acknowledged it openly. But THIS bad? Jesus wept. So, after the career renunciation phase (what happened to denial?), I moved to “Okay, what did I learn?” Because at this advanced age, …
A poem about science that Sarah Howe wrote for Stephen Hawking. When we wake up brushed by panic in the darkour pupils grope for the shape of things we know. Photons loosed from slits like greyhounds at the trackreveal light’s doubleness in their cast shadows that stripe a dimmed lab’s wall—particles no more—and with a wave bid all certainties goodbye. …
I was honored to be one of the playwrights featured on The Subtext Podcast hosted by Brian James Polak. Early in the pandemic, Brian asked playwrights to call in and leave messages about how we were feeling, the state of our work and our psyches, and so on. One year later he asked us to call back in and do …
One of the most disturbing pieces of information I discovered while researching my play, “The Engine of Our Destruction” is the link between child drownings and parents glued to cell phones. A Texas mother was charged after a witness reportedly claimed she was using her phone while three of her children drowned in an apartment complex pool in 2015. Drowning rates are highest …
wishes for sons (1987) i wish them cramps.i wish them a strange townand the last tampon.i wish them no 7-11. i wish them one week earlyand wearing a white skirt.i wish them one week late. later i wish them hot flashesand clots like youwouldn’t believe. let theflashes come when theymeet someone special.let the clots comewhen they want to. let them think they have …
“Everything good needs time. Don’t do work in a hurry. Go into details; it pays in every way. Time means power for your work. Mediocrity is always in a rush; but whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing with consideration. For genius is nothing more nor less than doing well what anyone can do badly.” ~ Amelia Barr, …
Today, by Billy Collins If ever there were a spring day so perfect,so uplifted by a warm intermittent breeze that it made you want to throwopen all the windows in the house and unlatch the door to the canary’s cage,indeed, rip the little door from its jamb, a day when the cool brick pathsand the garden bursting with peonies seemed …