Monthly Archives: August 2021

“Both love and, also, cleaning the same chicken sh** every day.”

“Both love and, also, cleaning the same chicken sh** every day.”

In reading “The Dirt on the Universe,” by Lisa López Smith, I feel I’ve found a friend: This is probably the closest rendering I’ll see in this life of my own rather confused sense of both physics and theology. If you, too, are buried in domestic chaos and lingering questions regarding quantum entanglement, you’ll probably enjoy this essay.

Poem of the Moment

Poem of the Moment

“I thought I could memorize enough facts to stay composed in debates and not cry after one glass of wine when my brother says we can all just go to Mars.

That’s Natasha Rao in “What It Was Like” from the American Poetry Review. I relate to these lines so, so much–not in the sense that my brother talks like that, fortunately. But in the general sense of preparing for conversations in this way, fruitlessly.