I discovered my love of swimming in 2019. One of my best friends had just died, and I was searching for escapism—away from screens, away from work, and, in some ways, away from my own body. The weightlessness of being submerged in the public pool eased my angst and softened the tension and grief in my neck and shoulders. The quiet beneath the water cleared my mind. The rhythm I could build toward, channel, and disrupt brought me a sense of control and steadiness. Stripping down my body and taking a warm shower before and after felt reverent. Small talk with strangers—those quiet good mornings in the lobby and the lanes—became part of the day’s calm order. The pool, like the poem, became a place of repetition, refining, and resistance.
Power Q & A with David Elias
Power Q & A with David Giuliano
This past May, I turned sixty-five. Pearl, my beloved, asked what I wanted for my birthday. When she turned sixty-five, she wanted a party. I booked a local venue and chef, put together a 1970s top-ten playlist, and a birth-to-sixty-five video to the tune of “What I Like About You,” by the Romantics. It was a blast.
Me? I wanted a casket. I had stumbled on the Fiddlehead Casket Kits website. “Build your own pine casket in under 30 minutes with this handcrafted casket kit,” it said, “delivered directly to your door.”
I told Pearl, “I want a casket for my birthday.”
Power Q & A with Lucy E.M. Black
This novel began in an antique store when I fell in love with a reproduction poster from May 1874. The splendid horse, young Netherby, was available as a proven foal-getter at $4 a single leap. I was charmed by the poster but also intrigued by the idea of a farmer advertising his horse’s services in this way. I began to wonder about the farmer and gradually Larkin’s story revealed itself and the novel unspooled.




