In the end, Andrew Cuomo’s long record was a gift to Zohran Mamdani. “What I don’t have in experience, I make up for in integrity—and what you don’t have in integrity, you could never make up for in experience,” Mamdani told Cuomo in a debate.

The Trump administration released a final rule on Thursday that restricted who could participate in a student loan forgiveness program for public servants. Critics say the new rule gives the government broad tools to politicize the program and target groups that do not align with its values.

“And think— / just think / how light the head can be, / releasing velvet-covered extensions of the past.” Read a new poem by Carolina Hotchandani:

“I never crossed a border—only watched the land shift like a tired animal, folding / itself around my feet until I belonged to a country I didn’t name.” Read a new poem by Darrel Alejandro Holnes:

I’ve been evicted from the Pentagon, a building I’ve covered for 18 years, Nancy A. Youssef writes. I’ll keep doing my job anyway.

I know. it’s a lot

Zohran Mamdani is a prototype for a new generation of American politicians, an Obama administration official who has been advising him said: “He’s the first to arrive on the shore, but, just over the horizon, you can see more ships coming in.” http://nyer.cm/4yV6gng

wrote about a vibe shift that's been bugging me www.theatlantic.com/family/2025/...

In the 1967 poem "Early December in Croton-on-Hudson," Louise Glück recalls a blown tire on a trip to deliver Christmas presents. Read it here:

I became a Revolutionary War reenactor for work! I went to Massachusetts and I couldn’t wear makeup!!! 😭 War is HELL

250 years after the Revolution, the American project remains unfinished and troubled, but “a project worth pursuing,” @jeffreygoldberg.bsky.social argues in The Atlantic’s new issue.

What does it take to be a Revolutionary War reenactor? Caity Weaver traveled across New England and to New York’s Fort Ticonderoga, put on period clothing, and shot a musket to find out:

I toured NYC’s much reviled Friend AI ads with the startup’s CEO. Felt a lot more like an art installation than a business: www.theatlantic.com/technology/2...

Gasped at the ending to this. (It's all cool edgy fun and games until someone gets chatbot-induced psychosis.) www.theatlantic.com/technology/2...

A glittering, heartbreaking poem by Courtney Kampa: "Put your ribs into the wind when you say it. Expose a pearl-bellied throat to the sky. So many words for wrapping your mind around the self, instead of your arms around the ankles of another." www.theatlantic.com/books/archiv...

The Atlantic Announces Free Digital Subscriptions for All U.S. Public High Schools www.theatlantic.com/press-releas...

"X and Grok are politically and culturally influential tools; Musk seems intent on turning them into not just instruments of the far right but also something like Maxim on steroids." www.theatlantic.com/technology/2...

This article, its structure, and especially its hall-of-fame kicker should all be taught in writing classes:

It's a particularly good day to read a poem by Arthur Sze, our newest Poet Laureate— www.theatlantic.com/magazine/arc...

“And when those white-sailed ships / piled us together, cargo in the hull of hell, / the word rode with us, our tongues / anointed with the power of God.” Read “In the Beginning, There Was the Word,” a poem by Ashley M. Jones:

Today is a good day to read @mckaycoppins.bsky.social on the mind games, sibling rivalry, and war for power that culminated in Lachlan Murdoch winning his family’s succession fight: www.theatlantic.com/magazine/arc...

"We have everything we need, but we want more, and faster. The crushed garter snake is scrawled on the tarmac in an ampersand." Read “Summertime,” a poem in our October 2025 issue by Rosanna Warren.

“And maybe after his grandmother was dead, he thought, maybe then he could just lock the door and be alone in the house and no one else would have to die.” Read a new short story by Daniel J. O’Malley:

“I am talking my way back to the poem’s turn / and where it might lie outside my skirted body, / a corded place where bluish sky paints my attention” Read “Irresistible Contentment,” a poem from Prageeta Sharma's forthcoming collection, “Onement Won”:

A fun shape-shifter of a poem that we recently published @theatlantic.com, from Richard Siken's forthcoming collection: www.theatlantic.com/books/archiv...

When Joni Mitchell, Linda Ronstadt, Jackson Browne, Emmylou Harris, and other 1970s music legends needed an instrument—or a friend—my dad, Fred Walecki, was there. My love song to him in @theatlantic.com September issue: bit.ly/45eZIfa

Summer is coming down to a choice between enduring the heat and avoiding it—both of which might, in their own ways, be making people sick, @yeahyeahyasmin.bsky.social reports.

“As you passed by, / the big sun erupted, darkness shook open / and showed you its fires. But your horses / remained: patient and gray, statue-like / in the iron light, enduring on the horizon.” Read “Your Horses,” a poem by Jodie Hollander:

Following the devastating floods in Texas that occurred on July 4, search efforts along the Guadalupe River, combined with online groups, are helping to reunite items with survivors and families. nyti.ms/4eV7a3u

“Write that down, says my father, / who knows a beautiful thing / when it slithers over his path.” Read “Buying Shrimp at Bennetts Point,” a poem by Roey Leonardi:

YOU MANIACS! YOU BLEW IT UP www.theatlantic.com/magazine/arc...

For @theatlantic.com's August issue, I wrote about the last time the U.S. government said a group of immigrants posed a threat to national security, and what one man did in response: www.theatlantic.com/magazine/arc...

It started with nonstick pans. Then it was spoons, coffee cups, and cling wrap. @annielowrey.bsky.social reports on what she learned from her quest to rid plastic from her family’s life.

A very entertaining and eye-opening read if you also go cukoo bananas fighting with customer service www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archiv...

“I’d never felt that understood or supported by anyone else in my entire life. So what, he liked to sleep with men? I did too.” Read a new short story by Helen Schulman:

a father's day poem in @theatlantic.com, by gioncarlo valentine: "But you were only learning yourself, tracing your cheeks / to learn what you were, your new package, all celestial flourish, / tucked away inside cotton and skin." www.theatlantic.com/books/archiv...

this poetry debut from nicky vaid in @theatlantic.com is a real treat: "I don’t know how the beetles got in. / Landed like plums rolling off a cloud, / soft erasers inside their mouths, / my dreams were first to go." www.theatlantic.com/books/archiv...

"... hexagon honey stuck to their eyes, there are six sides to loneliness ..." www.theatlantic.com/books/archiv...

I learned so much from this amazing @sarahzhang.bsky.social piece about the human brain and consciousness—which it turns out scientists are only just beginning to understand. Like everything Sarah writes, this is an utterly fascinating, deeply human story: www.theatlantic.com/magazine/arc...

“No matter how long we get to parent our children, there are only limited numbers of ‘I love you’s we can say to them.” A Personal History by Yiyun Li.

this poem by li-young lee, published on mother's day, is simply breathtaking: www.theatlantic.com/books/archiv...

a short story for your monday, from honor's new book, sleep: www.theatlantic.com/culture/arch...

“‘Forgive / the utter glut / of this,’ the counter’s / sour dishes, the heap / of sheets undone, / tufts of dog hair / floating where / the late sun hits. ” Read “Good Lord, These Muscadines,” a new poem by Caki Wilkinson:

i love the rhythm in this poem by @a-woo.bsky.social: "You can mix almost anything / With alcohol, sugar & lemon, branch & / Honey, cream & the cat that got it, sweat & the breath / Autonomic" www.theatlantic.com/books/archiv...

a very unique review of a very unique book, by @matteowong.bsky.social: www.theatlantic.com/books/archiv...

grapes, painted by ellen isham schutt, 1911

“Blast of pain, and past / the pear-white chill of the birth ward bustles. / this odd shadow down my legs and away.” Read “Hinge,” a new poem by Laura Kolbe:

Still thinking about her (Ruth Asawa's persimmons)

What would it take for us to embrace getting older—instead of trying to defy the passage of time? In a new season of “How To,” co-hosts Natalie Brennan and Yasmin Tayag explore the cultural gamification of aging up:

Opera on TV can "reach you even if you’re 'on assignment in Antarctica.' It’s hard to argue with that." Or maybe not, @katherinehu.bsky.social writes. "Knowing that you can experience a moment only once—and being unable to relive it—is a rarity." Go read this!! www.theatlantic.com/newsletters/...