In return, they laid more eggs than I could eat. In summer when insects were their chief diet—ants being plentiful, and ...

Michael Kleber-Diggs is a poet, essayist, literary critic, and arts educator. He is the author of the poetry collection ...

THE SHAPE GOT ME FIRST. Gnarled and hooded, the gatekeeper to the underworld rising up out of a frozen wetland. Then the color. Blood-red, with some green and purple-brown mottling, an uneasy union of ...

Ape: v. To imitate, to mimic (pretentiously, irrationally, or absurdly). To mimic the reality. (See also parrot.) Bat: v. To hit away, to strike or hit a ball with a bat. There is also the US ...

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Join Orion magazine, Radiolab, and Lambda Literary to celebrate the launch of Orion’s spring 2025 issue, Queer Planet: A Celebration of Biodiversity. This virtual event will feature two contributors ...

APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH, and we want to celebrate it with you! What follows is a list of, and a few lines from, twelve poems that we’ve published over the years and can’t stop thinking about.

“We need a communal shift in vision, a community of imaginers, of imaginal ecologists.” Though some suggest that the imaginal world is a bridge that connects ordinary and non-ordinary reality, I ...

“YOU’RE A FISH” is what the adults tell you each time you emerge, the last one out, footprints puddling beneath coltish legs. Beyond the fun factor, you savor being in water, the way it holds you, ...