Latest Writing
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INTERVIEW WITH Aimee Nezhukumatathil
Oceanic is the fourth collection of poetry by Aimee Nezhukumatathil (Copper Canyon Press, 2018). Concerned the fragility of the natural world and the humans who live within it, Oceanic moves in and out of ecopoetry. She explores various forms, creatures and voices to create a vivid portrait of a world at once beautiful and at…
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INTERVIEW WITH Jessie Chaffee
Jessie Chaffee’s debut novel, Florence In Ecstasy (Unnamed Press), was a San Francisco Chronicle Best Book of 2017 and has been published or is forthcoming in Italy, the Czech Republic, Russia, Poland, Turkey, and Romania. She was awarded a Fulbright grant to Italy to complete the novel, during which time she was the writer-in-residence at Florence…
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INTERVIEW WITH Jaclyn Gilbert
Jaclyn Gilbert’s debut novel, Late Air, is about love, loss, and the art of running. Late Air (Little A) hit bookstores November 13th. Jaclyn Gilbert received her MFA from Sarah Lawrence College and BA from Yale University. She is the recipient of a research fellowship from the New York Public Library, a contributor to the…
POETRY
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TWO POEMS by Zuleyha Ozturk Lasky
Severn, Maryland pink mouths of crepe myrtle mouthing words like çay demle kızım and a sloped garden in the back and a creaking deck and a bookshelf full of religious texts and my bedroom in robin blue and hairbands always lost under couch cushions and prayer rug facing the direction it’s supposed to face and…
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THE POINT OF ARTICULATION by Car Simione
To prepare for the apocalypse, I practice looking in the mirror. I kiss myself on the mouth. I practice hopping on one foot, but the eventual sight of you nosing among the lilacs nearly topples me, so I excavate the marketplace and poll the dignified masses in their plaid coats. They ask for more time. Despite my ministrations, the flowers keep dying.…
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TWO POEMS by Sophia Terazawa
Residual These syllables strike our lower register [branching: fog]. Who whispers like a friend, “Bêche-de-mer,” I wring out towels and pillow cases. Sunday afternoon. Check on your sister, you sign. She won’t speak anymore. Glass trees. Soapstone box. You package her father’s old shirt there in Queens [arms crossed…
FICTION
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FAILURE by Glen Pourciau
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…
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STEPHANIE SAYS by Alain Douglas Park
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.…
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The Burning by Peace Adzo Medie
The potholes in the road were filled with muddy water because it had rained the night before. Some of the holes, jagged around the edges, were the size of mini craters and every time we reached one, we stomped our feet in it and sloshed the brown water on each other. We roared in excitement…
TRANSLATION
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