Spring 2014

New work by Gregory Pardlo, Anna Claire Hodge, Alex McElroy, Wesley Rothman, and more


Spring 2014

New work by Gregory Pardlo, Anna Claire Hodge, Alex McElroy, Wesley Rothman, and more

FWR Monthly: Story About a Woman I Used to Know by Jozefina Cutura


Milena always reminded me of a backdrop to a bleak landscape, a woman unlikely to arouse much conscious consideration, though she hovered around like an uncertain but inescapable future punishment. She popped in and out of our lives at random, insignificant moments. There was, for instance, that typically drab October afternoon in Frankfurt.

FWR Monthly: Three Poems by Melissa Ginsburg



Not being stupid
I took what was offered: the job
was waiting and I did it
with sand and mirrors, in glitter
while I paced. I waited, I fell
in love with waiting …

Take Four: An Interview with Joseph Haske


In this installment of “Take Four,” we speak with Issue 4 contributor Joseph D. Haske about narrative structure, blood feuds, drinking, and the pleasures of writing in and about Michigan’s U.P.

Party With Four Way Books

Join us for the first-ever Brooklyn party with Four Way Books!

Friday, May 2 from 9 p.m. to 1 a.m., at the stunning Dumbo Sky. We’ll be serving up tasty drinks, raffling off some terrific prizes, and bringing in a live DJ to spin some sweet tunes.

Sarah Gorham’s Bad Daughter

Farrah Field’s Wolf and Pilot

Two Poems by Yona Harvey


I hesitate invoking that      doubled emptiness: open—
my daughter’s mouth      in the bathroom mirror—
not her first vanity      but first blood inkling
she tastes & smoothes      with her tongue.

Foul Mouth by Devin Murphy


For the last hundred miles, Brooks’ ten-year-old son, Adler, had been yelling profanities out the window. It started during a break from driving. To stretch their legs they jogged down a rural road along the wire fence separating the pavement from endless rolling hills of grazing land.

Three Poems by Craig Morgan Teicher



Beckoned by the things you’d go back for but can’t, you push on, dragging the past behind like a vestigial tail, out of use but undeniably a living part of you, the thing, really, by which you define yourself: lizardo, can-kicker, backward-glancer tripping over a ripple in the road…