Latest Writing
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Ghinwa Jawhari on her debut chapbook: BINT Interviewed by Sara Elkamel
Ghinwa Jawhari named her debut chapbook, selected by poet Aria Aber for publication by Radix Media, BINT, Arabic for girl. In Arab cultures, the word is also used to describe a virgin woman, of any age. In this series of poems, compact in form yet unbridled in lyricism, Jawhari explores the passage (particularly of those…
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CONVERSATION WITH Adrian Matejka and Conor Bracken
Adrian, thanks for agreeing to talk about your latest book, Somebody Else Sold the World, with me. I’m really excited to talk about it, and the ways that it is contiguous with your larger poetic project, and how it also subverts or cuts new facets into it. One of the things that has always exhilarated me…
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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…
POETRY
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FOUR POEMS by Ryoichi Wago, trans. Judy Halebsky & Ayako Takahashi
Screening Time November 26th, 2011 —exiting the restricted area, a 20 km radius of the power station screening palms screening the back of my hands screening with my hands up screening with my hands down screening over my head screening …
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THREE POEMS by Rumiko Kora, trans. Judy Halebsky & Ayako Takahashi
Alive, the wind lifts seeds and carries them awayspider eggs hatch and depart on the windover years the wind breaks down plants into soilwe are of the wind and all of our sensesthe wind breathing through us Within the Trees, A Universe -Sacred Forest of Kinabatangan, Malaysia…
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FOUR POEMS by Alexander Duringer
The Poet Where the poet is, everything glows: red-capped forehead, peppered beard. He holds a torch to frozen streets that truss his lines, writes temptations of the pool glazed by a boy, bright & soft. He traces new constellations into moles on the backs of men asleep upon his stomach. In one of his failures he drank blood from…
FICTION
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COLLAPSED by Michael Holladay
When I was at Andy’s house he looked at me and said, “I want to stone that place to the ground.” We were getting high on the basement couch, and he was behind a thin mist of smoke. He was talking about the tobacco warehouse his dad inherited, now dilapidated. Or, his dad called it…
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TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BE BELIEVED by April Vazquez
“Teo, Teo, Teo,” Álvaro sings into the phone. “You’re not going to believe what I did today. Even after I tell you you’re still not going to believe it.” His voice is all keyed up, like he’s calling to tell me it’s my turn to collect on la tanda. Chingao, I think. Now what? “You…
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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…
TRANSLATION
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ANCIENT MOSQUE by Xiao Shui trans. Judith Huang
Slightly tipsy, walking out of Hongbin Tower. Two hearses appear on the bike lane. The invisible corpse, shut in a hand-pushed metal box covered with black brocade, jingles, bangs and clatters, squeezing through the onrush of head-spinning traffic. Tightly-packed pedestrians scatter loosely in the smog, all eyeing him, intent on helping him find an opening.…
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TWO POEMS by Ashraf Zaghal trans. Ghada Mourad (from ARABIC)
Halloween Scene 1Scarves flyAs if a tribe of ghosts carry them to the skyThey fly and land with sin on my neighbor’s headMy neighbor knows neither their namesNor hers Scene 2Scarves run toward the angelsThe angels are unusually blackIt’s said to be a costume partyIt’s said to be a cheerful consolationOf the deceased who is…
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WHEN OTHER PEOPLE ARE WRITING POEMS by Oh Kyu-won trans. Jack Jung (from KOREAN)
Sleep does not come for many nights. Today I waited for my unclosing eyes againand sleep fell asleep first and sleep’s clothes and shoesand door talisman went to sleep tooI alone lowered my gaze and watched sleepwho was sleeping without me. Exhausted sleep collapsed beside me and curled its bodyand snored ever so lightly.Where is my…
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