Press return to see results
John Leavitt is a writer and artist. He lives in New York City.
when wildness & brown was hit by the car it hollered & spun
the wild brown dog looked like a dust devil gathering wind. . .
Today I'm smoke up the chimney over ashes of trustand I don't see a Phoenix egg down there, do you?
between the impulse and the act, the tiny interval that is reflection
– Simone Weil, “War and Iliad, or. . .
Deemed ”essential,” grocery store workers are fighting to be treated as such.
Southern churches and the myth of redemptive Depressions
Mayors aren't running the world—or saving it.