Latest Writing
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INTERVIEW WITH K-Ming Chang
I first read K-Ming Chang’s writing in 2018, back when I was Fiction Editor of Nashville Review. Her story, “Meals for Mourners/兄弟”, captured my attention with its embodied, elemental language and stirring portrait of family life. Since that time, Chang has written a novel, a chapbook, and a story collection, among other projects. Currently, she…
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MONTHLY: Chapbook Conversation
The chapbook is a strange and protean form, flickering somewhere between long poem and short book, and though they get little love from reviewers, prize committees and large publishers, many of us write, publish and love them. So, in January, I sat down with three poets whose chapbooks I’ve really enjoyed, to talk with them…
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INTERVIEW WITH Rosalie Moffett
READ THE POEMS PAIRED WITH THIS INTERVIEW FWR: In my first read of “In Sound Mind”, I was struck by how you play with sound throughout the poem (such as the lines “Up there, sky-high,/ do you, as you go, know the feeling/ you slough?”). Can you speak about the growth of this poem? How…
POETRY
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THE YEAR YOU DIED by Vasvi Kejriwal
05/19: A tornado flung a fridge into the bones of a tree. Its bark, gnarled, like the mouth of someone, new to grief. 05/22: I found your pen at the edge of the dresser. Yet to collect dust, it held your fading fingermarks. 06/18: Then, hunger…
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TWO POEMS by Caroline Richards
Recovery poem with jargon After reading Auden, I water my moth orchid with ice cubes and watch a girl with green hair draw a benzene ring in white erase. I pay attention to time. I arrange my table of books into heiroglyphs and try to say something before the sun sets. In Midsummer Night’s…
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TWO POEMS by Corinna Rosendahl
from Scenes from the Seconds It was written for an exhibition that at the end of her life Louise Bourgeois circled back to her birth1 When I did as asked like long hair I pulled my fire back 1Unknown *** Henceforth and forever I am my own…
FICTION
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LEFTOVERS by Leslie Pietrzyk
My English teacher said yesterday there’s no gift that doesn’t come with chains. No one was listening because she’s always spouting stupid crap but she, right at that exact second, started giving me her sharp-eye and I wrote it down and she smiled this tight way that prickled me. I think she knows who my…
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FRANCIE AND SAMANTHA by Janice Obuchowski
In her early 20s, she left the Midwest for Los Angeles, thereby startling her parents, who’d assumed that once her schooling was over she’d settle into her adult life as a schoolteacher in Indiana, find a husband, and raise some children. But her time at the University of Michigan had broadened her sense of life’s…
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JACONITA by Dylan Brie Ducey
Posey woke me up that first morning in Jaconita. She stood next to the bed in her underpants, clutching her princess nightgown in one hand and her Mother Goose blanket in the other.
TRANSLATION
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![[UNTITLED] by Vladislav Hristov trans. Katerina Stoykova (from BULGARIAN)](https://fourwayreview.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/11/Hristov-Vladislav-230x187.jpg)
[UNTITLED] by Vladislav Hristov trans. Katerina Stoykova (from BULGARIAN)
the mobilizing of the troops coincided with the amassing of numerous migrating birds only magpies crows and vultures will winter here sparrows titmouses finches and the rest of the feathered ones will seek the path to their salvation some will become too attached to people others will live in holes and shelters in both cases…
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from HOW DARK MY SKIN IS LEFT BY HER SHADOW by Beatriz Miralles de Imperial trans. Layla Benitez-James (from SPANISH)
a poemwhere I shatter self where I say no * no:no offeringno tremblingno handsno thirstno tellingnow more * nono longerthis broken language * empty of youthese handsdry pail * I am a silent riverfor her to pass through and unknow her skinon the water’s skin her body inscribed onto mine * you’ve left no space for your absence in…
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THREE POEMS by Bronka Nowicka trans. Katarzyna Szuster (from POLISH)
INCALCULABILITY Things and people often disappear at night, so in the morning you account for yourself with the help of your hand. See if you have incurred losses of yourself. There are ten toes on your feet, five in each flock. None should be missing from the herd. Your eyes are in your head, tucked…
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