Nicky Beer begins her newest poetry collection Real Phonies and Genuine Fakes with an epigraph from Bjork: Don’t let poets lie to you.

The corporate culture of the Cleveland Electric Illuminating Co. is alive and well.

The debate over nationalism, multiculturalism, and how diversity affects national identity isn’t new.

Where I’m from, being a witness isn’t always safe or easy.

Ella Baxter has emerged with New Animal, her debut novel about Amelia, a woman lost amid fraying personal relationships and newfound grief.

Contemporary poetry is haunted by what Keats called, in reference to Wordsworth, the “egotistical sublime.”

As a member of the St. Olaf Choir, I spent a lot of time on concert stages in a purple velvet robe, nude hose, and a pair of black, smelly flats—smelly because all the women’s shoes traveled in the same trunk from tour venue to tour venue, to limit the risk of someone violating the strict dress code during performance.

It would be easy to say Claire-Louise Bennett’s second novel, Checkout 19, is a love letter to books.

Solmaz Sharif’s spectacular sophomore collection, Customs, is filled with crushing poems that carry weariness, rebuilt and disrupted again and again.

It should be surprising that Fight Night, Miriam Toews’ eighth novel, is touted as a “feel good” book—the L.A. Times calls it the “Ted Lasso of novels, for better or worse.”

I first met Donald Black, Jr. (a.k.a. D. Black) in November of 2010.

The municipal fire alarm sounded, and the town of Lodi stirred.

“Breathe normally,” the nurse says to me.

A poem is not a song.

The title of Ari Banias’ second collection of poetry is pliable, suggesting opposing meanings if you squint: “a symmetry,” or “asymmetry.”

Sheila Heti’s Pure Colour begins with a nameless narrator explaining that God, after creating all of existence, stepped back from the canvas of creation to contemplate his work, and that this moment of contemplation is the one in which we are all living.

Some of my most cherished conversations are with the artist Donald Black, Jr., also known as D. Black.

I don’t know how would you even describe this take?

I first read “Love & Solidarity” as a blurry EPUB on my phone, in spare moments snatched from my shifts at one of America’s largest retail chains.

The premise of Domenico Starnone’s novel Trust—a teacher’s life-changing affair with his former student—might suggest to the wary reader a familiar story of predator and prey.