FOUR WAY REVIEW

An Electronic Literary Journal

  • ISSUE 36

    ISSUE 36

    Poetry PERIHELION by Ben Kline INCOMPLETENESS THEOREM by Eleanor Stanford I CONSIDER WHAT TO SAY WHEN THE DOCTOR ASKS ME TO DESCRIBE MY PAIN by Emma Bolden TWO POEMS by…

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  • INTERVIEW WITH Christian Kiefer

    INTERVIEW WITH Christian Kiefer

    Christian Kiefer is the director of the Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing at Ashland University and is the author of The Infinite Tides (Bloomsbury), The Animals (W.W. Norton), One Day Soon Time Will Have No Place Left to Hide (Nouvella Books), and Phantoms (Liveright/W.W. Norton). Photo by Christophe Chammartin. FWR: Let’s start with your pieces for Literary Hub, where…

  • INTERVIEW WITH Rachel Eliza Griffiths

    INTERVIEW WITH Rachel Eliza Griffiths

    Rachel Eliza Griffiths is a multimedia artist, poet, and writer. Griffiths is the author of Miracle Arrhythmia (Willow Books 2010), The Requited Distance (The Sheep Meadow Press 2011), Mule & Pear (New Issues Poetry & Prose 2011), which was selected for the 2012 Inaugural Poetry Award by the Black Caucus of the American Library Association, and…

  • INTERVIEW WITH Kelly Grace Thomas

    INTERVIEW WITH Kelly Grace Thomas

    FWR: To start, I want to give you an image of my reading of Boat Burned. I was getting a pedicure and reading. I think part of what had me so enraptured in your writing in that moment was that I was already in a place where I was thinking about my body, and the…

POETRY

  • PARIS by Elly Bookman

    PARIS by Elly Bookman

      At seventeen I gazed a good ten minutes at Saint Catherine Labouré’s incorruptible palms around a rosary. Soon  I’d learn to drive a manual transmission,  the backward N of the ascending gears.  The still-war had been on for more than a year,  and there was something so similarly earned  in her un-atrophied grip. I…

  • FLEVATO by Richard Siken

    FLEVATO by Richard Siken

    We are going to poison the rats, announced the Transit Authority. They had posted fliers but no one was reading them. The subway was crowded. I was late and trying to think diagonally, up and around the corners. I wasn’t used to it. I grew up in a flat land where there was no descending.…

  • TWO POEMS by Alexa Luborsky

    TWO POEMS by Alexa Luborsky

      I was the wet cloth that kept the phyllo damp. I was the rag that lifted and didn’t catchthe edges of things. I was lamplight.In another place, I was shaina maidel.Here, though, I was khokh- memoryand nots- space. I was khokhanots.I was the kitchen, a whole geographywith borders of mother and step-father. Bubbie was nowherehere. She…

FICTION

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