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Learn to appreciate the small things.
What I imagine strangers think about me when I read a book in public.
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Lawrence Lindell, a cartoonist, an educator, a musician, and an artist, has been contributing comics to The New Yorker since 2019. His graphic novel “Blackward” received an Excellence in Graphic Literature Award. He and his spouse run the small press Laneha House.
Poems
“Waiting”
“My first great love was a drunk. Her long dark hair / falling over my face. But even that is made up.”
By Bridget Lowe
Sketchpad
The Risks of Standing Still in New York
Beware! You might start an impromptu queue or get declared a landmark.
By Jenny Kroik
Poems
“Bass Lake”
“The year, that year, had been especially / cruel. Sickness and war.”
By Safia Elhillo
Poems
“Sisters”
“I must have been breathing, of course, / although I no longer had sisters.”
By Lee Upton
Poems
“Summer Movies in Central Park”
“It is this honor, Juliusz, that is granted us: / To resurrect new forms, forged of gold.”
By Czeslaw Milosz
Sketchbook
When Picasso Was Arrested for Stealing the “Mona Lisa”
In 1911, the world’s most famous painting was stolen from the Louvre.
By Paul Rogers
Poems
“Prelude in Grey Major”
“I was not alone, that much I know, / though no one was with me.”
By Christian Wiman
Shouts & Murmurs
Expanding Our Two-Factor Authentication System
Our top priority is making sure no hacker gets into your account. So, as soon as we locate your biological grandparents and compare their DNA to yours, we will allow you to safely log in to your account.
By Talib Babb
Shouts & Murmurs
To the Detective Investigating My Murder
I’m not dead, but a lot of people can’t stand me. What I mean is, they want to knock me off. My days are numbered.
By Patricia Marx
Shouts & Murmurs
Welcome to Our First/Final Book Club
Since reading isn’t our strong suit, let’s skip talking about the book that was recommended by a hot movie star and just eat brunch.
By Zoe Pearl