Its whitewashed facade gleamed in the sun, camouflaging the sinister history behind its walls.
This Be the Place
- EssayBy Artress Bethany White
- EssayBy Zefyr Lisowski
I loved the South, but I left it. I think I always planned to.
- EssayBy Leath Tonino
Crouching, touching it with my fingertips, a sizzle of electric cold raced through my nervous system. It was, I realized, deadalive.
- EssayBy Ryan Teitman
The table has been turned into places mundane and profound, bewitching and bedeviling.
- EssayBy Max McDonough
The house was perfect, even if it came with a ghost.
- EssayFrom the magazine:
This Be the Place: A Budget Pool in East LA
By Diana ArterianIf you haven't begged for a kernel of time-earned wisdom while wet and half-naked, you haven’t lived.
- EssayFrom the magazine:
This Be the Place: Making Everyone a Poet
By Austin AraujoIt’s as though the bridge does the work of re-enchanting Fayetteville for me.
- EssayBy Han VanderHart
This pond is inside me: as summer, as stillness, as childhood—as peace.
- EssayBy Lisa Fishman
You’d think that something called “careening” would be able to roll with whatever comes along.
- EssayFrom the magazine:
This Be the Place: A 300-Year-Old Oak Tree
By Leonora SimonovisWhen I stop outside the fringes of the huge canopy, I let the tree know about my presence before making contact by closing my eyes and whispering words—hola, ¿puedo acercarme? hello, can I approach?
- EssayBy Karl Knights
A tractor has as much right to be in a queer poem as a Fire Island reverie.
- EssayBy Michael Frazier
I closed my eyes and surrendered to the quiet—which was not as quiet as I thought.
- EssayBy Joshua Edwards
What is the human meaning of a tombstone anyhow?
- EssayBy Hannah Gamble
I didn’t understand what kind of place Taizé was—but I understood I could stay there for very little money and would be fed three meals a day.
- EssayBy Steven Reigns
I knew, with absolute certainty, that what I had experienced there was something I would never experience again.
- EssayBy Silvina López Medin
I often get the impression of living between two courses or two times.
- EssayBy Dan Beachy-Quick
Sometimes the whole duration of place exists in memory all at once.
- EssayBy Bianca Stone
I think of the importance for the poet of finding a place in which to cultivate reverie, a state which I link to revelations.
- EssayBy Mathias Svalina
Suddenly I got why writers write all those books about the color blue, immersive as a dream.


