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“They can’t go home. They live nowhere / but here. I’d lock them in, if I could, / and tell them this: Don’t stop talking.”

The editors read nonfiction about the role of silence in classical music and the nature of remote work, plus poetry about our changing natural world.

“The smashed shells, / stranded weeds, / the bells / of shape-shifting / clouds”

“Life-struck, he’s cast into / the bronze light of first morning. The wild beauty”

“Stars sting, flint / fer-de-lance, bloom / like neurons”

“To step outside my safe, warm car for just a minute each time I wanted to take a picture sucked all the air out of my lungs. It was exhilarating and terrifying.”

“Guardian angels, / sovereign ghosts, music, gin & tonics / keep me company.”

George Scialabba replies to a comment on John Dewey, and readers weigh in on the editors’ suggestions for Ukraine and the search for a new narrative about sex.