Latest Writing
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ON THE PHOTOGRAPH: AN INTERVIEW with Rachel Eliza Griffiths
from FWR Poetry Editor Nathan McClain: While at Cave Canem, I had the opportunity to chat with, and interview, poet and photographer Rachel Eliza Griffiths on the functionality and nature of photography and, more specifically, how aspects of the gaze and engagement contribute to a photo’s overall work. Her responses were far too wonderful and…
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Between the Lines:An Interview with Benjamin Miller
In this installment of “Between the Lines,” Dustin Pearson talks with Benjamin Miller about journeys through the desert, words as objects, and poetic self-interrogation.
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Between the Lines:An Interview with Wesley Rothman
In this installment of “Between the Lines” we talk with Issue 5 contributor Wesley Rothman about poetic process, the creative relationships between different art forms, and poetry’s place in contemporary culture.
POETRY
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TWO POEMS by Julia Thacker
Aubade My ghosts line up, mouths full of bitter greens and sweet grasses, names chalked on the walls of ruined buildings, the night smelling of their breath. One wears a split lip, saxophone-blown. Sometimes he calls in sick. I am not your splendid harness. Don’t wait up. What is sleep anyway. Barnyard animals, goats…
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JUNCTURE LOSS by Liane Tyrrel
Tiny words, real but illegible. The dog finds a small dead body and nuzzles it with her nose. Sometimes the petals of moon flowers tear as they open. A linguistic change is called a juncture loss. And here you’ll have to use your imagination because I’m not sure. Back then we grew mock orange…
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FABLE IN WHICH YOU ARE A BARN ANIMAL AND I AM A CARNIVORE by Hannah Marshall
Suppose, you say, it began with the chickens,the way one wing raised could unbalance,the way they learnedto tilt their heads in a concession to gravity, all at once. Yes! I like it, I say.The pleasure of synchronicity.The pigs, being dominantin cognition, would be next.They might listen to the rainand learn rhythmfrom the downspout. Music, it seemed to…
FICTION
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Story About a Woman I Used to Know by Jozefina Cutura
Milena always reminded me of a backdrop to a bleak landscape, a woman unlikely to arouse much conscious consideration, though she hovered around like an uncertain but inescapable future punishment. She popped in and out of our lives at random, insignificant moments. There was, for instance, that typically drab October afternoon in Frankfurt.
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Foul Mouth by Devin Murphy
For the last hundred miles, Brooks’ ten-year-old son, Adler, had been yelling profanities out the window. It started during a break from driving. To stretch their legs they jogged down a rural road along the wire fence separating the pavement from endless rolling hills of grazing land.
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COULD BE WORSE by Scott Nadelson
For a week in the middle of March, Paul Haberman felt increasingly out of sorts. Not much appetite, lousy sleep. In meetings he’d find himself absently chewing a knuckle. When the phone rang after nine at night, he braced for calamity. The wind blew hard against his bedroom window, and he imagined his neighbor’s oak…
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