Hip-hop’s border wars, by Zandria F. RobinsonAmanda Petrusich on Richard Hell after LexingtonKentucky’s Phipps Family Legacy, by Silas HouseJohn Jeremiah Sullivan on playing the old jawboneThree poems by Thomas Merton
A poem from the Fall 2017 issue.
I have tried to carry a persimmon home,to share one fruit. I passed the tree running, a pursuit which allows no pockets, no bags.Needs no equipment. No team.