ISSUE 9

Work by Rachel Brownson, Angela Penaredondo, Karen Brennan, Joshua Gottlieb-Miller, George Kalamaras, and more

ISSUE 8

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

TWO POEMS by Sally Wen Mao

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MUTANT ODALISQUE
This is not an ode. February’s ice razor scalps the gingko trees, their hair pulled skyward like the ombre roots of young women…

THE LUNGFISH by Michelle Gillett

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Deep down inside, I am afraid of the lungfish
suspended in its tank in the darkened room
meant to emulate time when desert was ocean

FOUR POEMS by Tommye Blount

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BAREBACK AUBADE WITH THE DOG

Thicker than its master’s thigh,
I saw that dog gnawing its leash—
and didn’t I know better? Knowing my fear

TWO POEMS by Patrick Rosal

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UPTOWN ODE THAT ENDS ON AN ODE TO THE MACHETE
What happens when me and Willie
run into each other on a Wednesday night
in Brooklyn? He asks, “Where we going?”

THE INTENDED by Rebecca Berg

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Dear Ben,
I wonder how your life is. Are you happy sometimes? Are you well? Do you have a companion, and in your work do you still try to articulate the impossibility of…

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…