ISSUE 8

Work by Tommye Blount, Sally Wen Mao, Rebecca Berg, Amorak Huey, and many more

ISSUE 7

New work by Glen Pourciau, Corey Van Landingham, Christopher Kempf, Jennifer Givhan, and more

FWR Monthly: September 2015

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Meditation frequently asks its practitioners to ground themselves in their bodies through a series of structured “noticings.” You are gently urged to press yourself into your chair, press your feet into the floor…

FWR Monthly: August 2015

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The idea of voice has been hot on my mind lately. I think the ongoing work of folks like Amanda Johnston (one of the founders of Black Poets Speak Out)…

FWR Monthly: July 2015

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For this installment of our new monthly “mini-issues,” I wanted to present a small folio on a genre which seems to gain more and more attention, particularly among poets — the “photo-essay.”

FAILURE by Glen Pourciau

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I’d been holed up with a new project, and it seemed time to get out and breathe some fresh air and talk to people, an outcome that the solitary nature of my work sometimes led me to desire…

TWO POEMS by Corey Van Landingham

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From here, I see the up-thrust of collision,
how the Indio Hills have changed

through time. In a year, the sign says…

FWR Monthly: May 2015

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Starting this spring, we’ll be sending our subscribers monthly “mini-issues,” each one edited by different members of our staff. We see these monthlies as a chance to showcase more great work, and explore…

TWO AMERICAS, TWO POETICS by Kate DeBolt

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On November 24, 2014, my Facebook News Feed forked: all at once I was reading two wholly different kinds of perspective, like dispatches from parallel dimensions. I remember because I was laid up for days with a fever-dream flu…

LINE DRAWINGS by Weston Cutter

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dear salt dear water scribbling difference between where
I can dryly stand+not dear sea dear shell dear Florida
from your panhandle I’m staring past seagulls flit
+scurrying across sand…

STEPHANIE SAYS by Alain Douglas Park

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A woman stands alone in the surf. She’s up to her mid-thighs in the water, warm Gulf of Mexico water, and she can feel the strong undertow of the sea. It pulls her legs and sucks the sand from under her feet. It’s tremendous—this undertow—a force of nature—powerful. But, she’s determined to stand in it. So, she does.