FOUR WAY REVIEW

An Electronic Literary Journal

  • ISSUE 35

    ISSUE 35

    POETRY Sorrow by Megan Pinto Theodor Adorno in Los Angeles, 1941 by Grace Alvino Brusque Recital by Christopher Brean Murray I am the grass of the wind alley by Sarah…

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  • INTERVIEW with Khairani Barokka

    INTERVIEW with Khairani Barokka

    FWR: “To enter the indonesian language is a science fictional enterprise,” you write in the first section of amuk. Reading forward, you show readers how Indonesian tenses permit a simultaneity of temporal possibilities not included within the narrower scope of English; traveling through time or existing beyond the limits of time altogether. What does it…

  • INTERVIEW with AE HEE LEE

    INTERVIEW with AE HEE LEE

    Ae Hee Lee is a Wisconsin-based poet whose debut collection, Asterism (Tupelo Press, 2024), was selected as the winner of the Dorset Prize by John Murillo. In Lee’s poems, heritage and belonging are examined rather than embraced. Visiting her father’s old home in Chungju, Korea, she asks the flowers growing there to “remember [her] from…

  • INTERVIEW with ROBIN LAMER RAHIJA

    INTERVIEW with ROBIN LAMER RAHIJA

    Robin LaMer Rahija‘s first full length collection, Inside Out Egg, was released in April.  Ada Limón writes that “each poem contains the whole unbound strangeness of the human experience–the offhand remark, the blur of being in a body– all of this is written with a humility and understated wit that both growls and sings….” We were…

POETRY

  • 90% DARK by Dina Folgia

    90% DARK by Dina Folgia

      The earth did not take me when I was nine, and I hated the earth for it. Each time I came to the place where the lake met the park and pressed my back into the soggy grooves at the boat launch, I flattened and flattened. When I couldn’t sink any lower into the…

  • DAY 559 by Kim Jensen

    DAY 559 by Kim Jensen

    If you hit the snooze you’ll have a little longer to live in the body of a wolf to gnaw at a bone in the woods parading the entrails back to the den you’ll have more time to be a nobody an unwanted wallflower wearing not even half a dress a few more minutes to…

  • GHAZAL OF BORROWED GODS: A CENTO* by Laura A. Ring

    GHAZAL OF BORROWED GODS: A CENTO* by Laura A. Ring

    Her funeral filled the road. O it is the old old myth. Gone by many names. Trust: I am no God. A chapel has fallen into ruins. I believe in the devil. Worse, that there are no gods. Outside, one statue keeps its head. The temple roof. Stand and remember its gods. My dead sisters…

FICTION

  • BLOODY AVENUE by Isabella Jetten

    BLOODY AVENUE by Isabella Jetten

    I’ve been followed around by a younger version of myself since I was sixteen. She wears a pink cotton dress, white, buckled sandals, and a Ghostface mask she cycles blood through using a piping mechanism in her left hand, making the white face drip red. As we trudge down Inkberry Avenue, I ignore the breath-like…

  • WET OR DRY by Naomi Silverman

    WET OR DRY by Naomi Silverman

    It’s raining, and I’m in my car because there’s somewhere for me to go. The sound is nice for me, and nice for my car. She purrs, and I purr back to her. It’s funny that I describe us this way—we are going to get my cat. She’ll be my cat now, although she has…

  • THE LEAST AMERICAN FACE by M. Y. Li

    THE LEAST AMERICAN FACE by M. Y. Li

    The event is in thirty minutes. You don’t really know what it is. The leader of your Erasmus group said something in Spanish about a trip to a traditional Moroccan venue. But did he say the place is a restaurant or a themed bar? Your Spanish isn’t great, but it’s good enough to make out…

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