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Current issue, no. 36
Trump and the new age of anti-PC transgression
Social media and the War on Terror
Dispatches from the Northwest’s immigration dystopia
Latest
It seemed that the celebrity sex tape had gone the way of the dodo or the Juicy Couture tracksuit—a relic of early-aughts paparazzi. . .
Is it the bad politics or the bad writing that makes Mark Lilla's new book so grating?
Fiction
Fabrications. Rag sheet revisionist history. All of it. We did our best by Our Girl.
My father called to tell me that my sister was going off the rails at college.
Vegetable fuchsia but faded, gilt
gone bad from its season in Hell. Plucked up
with dirt on its cheek, petrified
as a rose shut. . .
when his fork clinks against the breakfast plate,
my day is lit by a covetous rage, a fist swollen with
Word Factory
Never in fifty years of living in the Sunshine State had they seen anything like Irma.
On September 4, Princess Catherine announced her third child. It took eight days. By September 12, a titanic fatberg had been found under London.
Latest
It seemed that the celebrity sex tape had gone the way of the dodo or the Juicy Couture tracksuit—a relic of early-aughts paparazzi. . .
Is it the bad politics or the bad writing that makes Mark Lilla's new book so grating?
Fiction
Fabrications. Rag sheet revisionist history. All of it. We did our best by Our Girl.
My father called to tell me that my sister was going off the rails at college.
Vegetable fuchsia but faded, gilt
gone bad from its season in Hell. Plucked up
with dirt on its cheek, petrified
as a rose shut. . .
when his fork clinks against the breakfast plate,
my day is lit by a covetous rage, a fist swollen with
Word Factory
Never in fifty years of living in the Sunshine State had they seen anything like Irma.
On September 4, Princess Catherine announced her third child. It took eight days. By September 12, a titanic fatberg had been found under London.
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