IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PACIFIC, the black, volcanic ruins of Pinta Island were once dotted by thousands of “living rocks,” Galapágos tortoises chomping prickly cacti, wallowing in mud beneath the ...

The Spring 2026 issue, Working the Land: Lessons in Labor and Collective Action, explores the relationship between labor and the environment and calls for solidarity at a time when that value is under ...

Do you knock on wood? You must absolutely knock an even number of times. If you knock once or five times you have damned yourself for eternity. Navigating dense, elbowy pedestrian traffic in Midtown ...

Kathleen Yale: The visual imagery in This Country is beautiful. There is a softness, an almost whimsical intimacy in the way you draw landscapes, flying bats, migrating birds, moon shadows, and wild ...

The term limit implies a boundary that cannot be breached, but deep in its etymology, the word bends and bows. The restriction relents. The furthest point opens and ushers us into something new. In ...

In our Spring 2021 issue, Isaac Yuen dove deep into the fantastical worlds of acclaimed director Hayao Miyazaki. Here, in a special online feature, listen to Yuen read as he recounts Miyazaki’s ...

“WHAT THE THIEF STOLE will always be expensive,” says Tāmati Kruger. He faces a large window in his tribe’s local marae, a community meeting house, as he speaks. His words are matter-of-fact. They ...

WE LIVE IN AN AGE of technology indistinguishable from magic, especially in the realm of thinking machines. Among other tasks, you can ask ChatGPT, one of the world’s most advanced deep-learning ...

John Hausdoerffer: In thinking about kinship, I think it’s important to begin with, What are the boundaries of our kin? We can go way internal and microscopic, down to the nerves that actually inform ...

THE MUSHROOM BURIAL SHROUD that covered Luke Perry’s face and famous forehead was black as night, or perhaps it was white as bone, made of organic cotton, and inlaid with white crochet tubes that ...

I ONCE ASKED MY CURRENT HUSBAND if it troubled him that I was writing about my late husband. “No,” he replied, “just don’t write about me.” So when I published an essay during the summer of ...

I DROVE DOWN WASHINGTON TURNPIKE, a straight sandy road cutting through the pine country of Wharton State Forest, the largest tract of wilderness in New Jersey. Surrounding me were trunks of slash ...