Latest Writing
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INTERVIEW WITH Jared Harél by Urvashi Bahuguna
Jared Harel’s poems are quiet records of the layers inside the ordinary days of our lives, exposing the restless forces and memories that power and threaten our most mundane actions. In “Behind The Painted Railguard,” the poet is standing in an amusement park with his mother, watching his young son on a ride. He uses…
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AN ENGINE FOR UNDERSTANDING: AN INTERVIEW WITH Willie Lin
Willie Lin’s debut poetry collection, Conversations Among Stones, will be published in November 2023 by BOA Editions. Simone Menard-Irvine interviewed Lin for Four Way Review. FWR: I would like to start out by first asking about what it’s like to be publishing your first full collection of poetry? What was the process of writing and…
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INTERVIEW WITH Ayesha Raees
Ayesha Raees’ fabulist and fable-like chapbook, Coining a Wishing Tower (Platypus Press Broken River Prize winner, 2020, selected by Kaveh Akbar), is composed of 56 prose-like blocks—give or a take a few half-fragments. These prose-poems, which are whimsical, profound, vulnerable, and full of pathos, grief, and transformation, depict complex relationships between parents and child, religion…
POETRY
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TWO POEMS by Sebastian Paramo
Extinction Economy, or The Grapefruit Orchards of South Texas I didn’t listen. When you said it’d be bad. I learned the hard way. It was stupid. A garden once grew. Then there was a tree. It bore grapefruit. Someone said, eat it. Learn something you didn’t before. A snake oil salesman said it. He asks…
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TWO POEMS by Rajiv Mohabir
In Sixteen Bridal Adornments You Come, opening to another. What cannot be carried from room to room? You line eyes in burned ghee cured under the full moon, …
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TWO POEMS by Caitlyn Klum
Heaven What I call Sissy Spacek time of day. Like an ink stain looming behind the live oaks. I was draping laundry over the porch railing to dry and pretty much thinking a wild piece of laundry in the sky. What about you? It disappears so quick in this heat or folds over. Otherwise…
FICTION
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DON’T CALL ME YOUR PRINCESS by Megan Culhane Galbraith
Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lost her mother too soon. Cinderella’s grief was bottomless. Every day she visited her mother’s grave. “Where is my great love?” she asked. One day her mother answered. “Cinder, dear, your great love is inside you. You must be yourself, for it is only then…
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MONTHLY: Fiction Editors Emeritae
GIRLS OF LEAST IMPORTANCE by K.K. Fox K.K. Fox lives in Nashville, Tennessee. Her stories have appeared or are forthcoming in Iron Horse, NELLE, Joyland, Kenyon Review Online, and others. She is a fiction editor for Los Angeles Review. THE LUCKY ONES by Hananah Zaheer Hananah Zaheer’s writing has appeared in Virginia Quarterly Review,…
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GIRLS OF LEAST IMPORTANCE by K.K. Fox
It wasn’t like you think. Charlie Todd was one of the most popular candidates going through Rush that year, even with a limp and a useless hand. We tried not to stare, but her left arm was lifeless, paralyzed, and her hand curled at the end like a comma. She hit her head in a…
TRANSLATION
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I WILL REMEMBER by Rahile Kamal trans. Munawwar Abdulla
Today I did not comb my hairI didn’t even look in the mirrorMy kitchen greeted me icilyThe walls eyed each other, but didn’t look at meI wasn’t worth it to those four wallsIt’s hilarious that my cat was scared of meIs my appearance uglier than a catIs it so important to dress upHow did I…
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A FLOWER THAT REFUSES TO BE POETRY by Kim Hyesoon trans. Cindy Juyoung Ok
Anything too cold does not become poetry Anything too hot is not poetrySoaking your feet in boiling water does not bring out poetry Lying on the ice with eyes wide open does not bring out poetry That day no one wrote poetryThey just made a call Secretly picked up the receiver Blew and sent off poetry—Did they wear new clothes? —No, just took off their old…
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TWO POEMS by Abdourahman Waberi trans. Nancy Naomi Carlson
Sahel! Sa(y) Hel(lo) Mother earth Earth mother We have fallen to earth The man from Galilee keeps mum A surge in perils, tsunamis The gods are seeing red The Sahel rises in you, in me The Red Sea boils in you, in me Nunavut is melting in you, in me No taller than a pygmy,…
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