A Model for the Priesthood

Tongue, eye, nose—which has the shortest route to the brain, heart?

A Mother’s Son

“Maybe you should leave the rumba to those who know how to do it.”

A New National Anthem

I’ve never cared for the National Anthem. It’s not a good song.

A Partial History of Lost Causes

Chess was a humiliation that hung over him like a leper’s bell.

Adams Morgan

“I just moved here and I want to get a plot in the garden. What should I do?”


In every pair, one shoe smells of exodus, the other of the body’s sweat.

At Lee

I grew accustomed to seeing the sun rise and set from the school.

At Swim, Two Girls

Why do girls want to cheerlead? Don’t they know it objectifies women?

At the Center of the Sailing World

Suddenly, all of the past seemed now like the same endless race.

Belarusian I

We couldn’t tell which of us was a girl or a boy we gorged on dirt.


The old dog of inertia gets up with a growl and shrinks out of the way.

Border Patrol

We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.

Career Change

The mortician who painted our girl was not a somber-suited officiant.

Cartoon Art Volume 2010-01

“I wish my father was alive to see how lazy I could really be.”

Cartoon Art Volume 2010-07

Great new cartoons by Feggo, Katz, LeLievre, Sipress, and Stevens.

Cartoon Art Volume 2011-07

New cartoons from Chris Weyant, Joe Dator, P. C. Vey, and more!

Cartoon Art Volume 2013-07

Liza Donnelly

Cartoon Art Volume 2020-01

Cartoon Art Volume 2022-03


People only see that side of him. He is still a boy, learning to be a man.

Crossing Borders

Do the work. Every day. Take a step back and see if you love it.

Cuba Libre

Early on, Castro learned and opposed the unfairness of things.

Dancing Cheek to Cheek

I was tracing my finger along his hoodied back, to draw the route.

Dear America

My grandfather has a space where the tip of his thumb should be.

Dear America

Derby Day

I felt awful about imposing on him, but I was desperate to see the Derby.


Their hands were acting as airfoils, producing lift, not drag.


“That pool,” Kenny said, breathing harder. “I’m telling you, it’s magic.”


Eleanor was the first normal person my brother, Nick, ever dated.

Fisherman’s Daughter

Fishing with Dad guaranteed two days of just us and made me special.