Amy Glynn: Ketamine Redwoods

In philosophical treatments of friendship, it can often be elevated to the highest form of human relationships, even if its perfect form is rare...

When I worked in a second-hand bookshop the thing that chiefly struck me was the rarity of really bookish people...

Elizabeth Bishop explored Brazil extensively, making trips down the Amazon, traversing the tropical rainforest with Aldous Huxley...

It couldn’t possibly be that I was actually missing the ebb and flow of office life, could it?

A parenthetical phrase (like this one) may refer to things outside of it, parts of the sentence it inhabits (say)...

Important as the soup is in To the Lighthouse it is never identified, never seen as “beautiful red soup” or “eternal” tomato soup...

There is a great tree in Sussex, whose cloud of thin foliage floats high in the summer air...

It is vain to try to write unless you feel strong in the knees...

At the time of the dooms in the third quarter of the Reaper’s Moon, in the island of Britain...

There’s something to value about a completely unmediated and uncurated encounter with old books: a chance to access for yourself the raw material of history...

If Christopher Pike’s YA novels were sold out at my local Crown Books, I was faced with the choice of either Sweet Valley High or The Baby-Sitters Club...

On any given day, walking around the yard, one was almost certain to hear one prisoner ask another, “Hey, man, got any gurps?” I knew it had something to do with drugs...

If there is ever to be a next generation, we need one another, flawed as we are...

Who or what is Peter Pan? Peter stands for a deep psychological desire in all of us to return to childhood and escape into an earlier, freer state of being...

Don’t we go to literature to find the logic that might displace the absurdity of our lives?

This new world of ours, structured by the internet, is unrelentingly violent, as it is inimical to human freedom and human thriving...

Tonight I walked under the stars through the snow & stopped & looked at my far sparklers & heard the voice of the wind so slight & pure & deep as if it were the sound of the stars themselves revolving...