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The Phoenix's quarterly general interest magazine

abundance, they shed

in the sky there are rapturous daisies still untouched twirling i am here to question by licorice lush it tangs i plunge diving past rain clouds i have no color vacant autonomy nameless i had forgotten what i was here for entranced
February 5, 2026

Book review: The Franzen project

Jonathan Franzen’s reception at Swarthmore last spring was lukewarm. He spoke fatalistically of the social impact of fiction and disavowed the readings of his books that would point to any social messages. When he admitted that the one explicit goal of his
January 20, 2014

Personal essay: Niñita

The glass separating the pizza guys from the rest of the restaurant lent their work an aspect of performance, which they mostly seemed to embrace. I could remember being small and laughing on a long-legged counter stool as they tossed spinning rounds
January 20, 2014

Monogamy: fear, fragility, and futile fantasies

For the length of a column, allow me to put aside the eclectically diverse relationship paradigms that have blessed modern romantic lives with templates suited to the involved individuals’ needs. What remains in the scraps of this jumble is the model that
January 20, 2014

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