There were dance studios and barre studios and running clubs and cryotherapy spas and local YMCA chapters and kickboxing ...

On the basketball court with the teens, I was touched by a terrifying time-suspension—an encounter immune from the numbing ...

Think of a seashell. Don’t think of a conch. In fact, forget, for now, about univalve mollusks entirely. Think of Shell, the ...

It’s the tail end of January, the month of resolutions made and broken, gym memberships purchased and fitness classes left ...

For our series Making of a Poem, we’re asking poets and translators to dissect the poems they’ve published in our pages. A ...

Before the sweat, before the bench press, before the sauna, before the shower, before placing my hand around a man, inside a man, around his throat so desperate for my hand, I take off my ring. While ...

Tadeusz Dąbrowski on stage at the Shakespeare Theatre in Gdansk, Poland.

My running diary is a stack of 8 ½ x 11” papers printed with a calendar grid. The small boxes demand brevity. Cryptic penciled notes represent dates, times, distances, elevations, routes, and ...

mop in Slam sweeping across the floor.

Pakay’s photographs of Baldwin are currently on view in Turkey Saved My Life: Baldwin in Istanbul, 1961–1971, an exhibition ...