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I was on the road to the camp when Israel launched its raid — and saw the aftermath in a nearby hospital.

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Far-right parties just posted their best-ever performance in the European elections. In France, Marine Le Pen’s National Rally (RN) won 32 percent of the vote, leaving the party with 30 seats in the European Parliament. Macron responded by calling a snap election, which will take place within the next 30 days. In Italy, Giorgia Meloni’s […]

Madeleine Cravens is a poet of delectable desolation. Pleasure Principle is the name of her first book, and beyond the Freudian reference I can’t help but hear the echo of another kind of principle, the principal, that which we pay when we pay what we owe. To grow up is, in some ways, to find out how much you owe—for and to childhood and its illusions, for and against its dreams and evasions. It’s possible we never really grow up, but only because the more we’re encased in our bodies, the more we’re so plainly still seeking the same things we always did—food, sleep, love, good times. And while this book is about pleasure, certainly—and there are electric sexual moments (“Ariana kissed me on the bridge, / then slept with Brandon after everyone / downtown lost power.”)—it is most of all a set of poems whose music grapples with the disintegration of the poet’s parents’ marriage even as it grapples with the rugged wasteland of young adult life and longing more generally. There are many poets writing spare, hyper-efficient lyric, but you would be hard-pressed to find one as sure-footed and savvy, and relentlessly good as this one.

Fatherhood. One of the great joys of a man’s life, second only to secret fatherhood. Unfortunately, due to the high cost of living, I fear I may never get the chance to start a second family.

What does it say about our current economic climate that a hardworking individual like myself can’t maintain multiple households a few towns apart? Did our Founding Fathers—many of whom had secret children of their own—not declare the pursuit of happiness an unalienable right? Frankly, it’s unconstitutional that rampant inflation is keeping me from achieving paternal inflation.

I have to work multiple jobs as it is just to feed and clothe one family. There’s not a chance in hell I’ll be able to support a second set of children anytime soon, let alone send them to college. Especially since they’d have to go out of state, just to be safe. Don’t need them all ending up in the same media studies class and striking up a conversation about their strikingly similar dads.

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