Latest Writing
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Take Four:An Interview with Joseph Haske
In this installment of “Take Four,” we speak with Issue 4 contributor Joseph D. Haske about narrative structure, blood feuds, drinking, and the pleasures of writing in and about Michigan’s U.P.
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Take Four:An Interview with Megan Staffel
In this installment of “Take Four,” we talk to contributor Megan Staffel about her short story “Saturdays at the Philharmonic” and her latest collection from Four Way Books.
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Between the Lines:An Interview with Craig Morgan Teicher
To kick off our new interview series, “Between the Lines,” we talk to contributing editor Craig Morgan Teicher about the vagaries of artistic process and the thematic obsessions that ultimately guide its course.
POETRY
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WHEN BILLIE HOLIDAY SANG by Grace Kwan
I’m gonna love you like nobody’s loved you with the rain flickering against my parted windowand the sheets pooled around my hips was when I felt the first note at the bottom of my stomachthat suggested it wasn’t the bottom and there was more mystery to fall throughthan I could imagine perhaps less the bottom of my stomach than the precipice of my stomachand my first…
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ELEPHANT by Julien Strong
Something so heavy with meaning all we can do is drag our hands across the surface itching to define to fixas a compass point navigating what I thought I understood because I lived within its skin and yet …
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TWO POEMS by Tana Jean Welch
SLEEPING WITH JANE Again I mutate as we move throughthe old park, ready to launch past the spectral-fired flowers, past the Japanese elm sighingalongside the swarm of Jizo statues,bald little monks tall as wine bottles,each transmitting a silent symphony of grief—Jizo, protector of unborn babies. Jizo, an army of stone guardians stalwart in cardinal colored capsand bibs—I rise above the…
FICTION
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DEAN, ETC. by Laurie Stone
Dean The first time with Dean, I was on a couch and he knelt beside me on the floor. He parted my lips with two fingers and slid them into my mouth. Something moved inside, a snake in a basket. He ran his fingers along the edges of my teeth and pushed them open. His…
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RED MEAT AND BOOZE by Joseph D. Haske
With every mile Johnny drives, Lester Cronin is closer to dead. Nobody knows this yet but me. Nobody ever talks about what happened to Grandpa Eddie anymore, like the whole family just forgot all about it. But I never will. The last four years, my whole time in the Army, I’ve been planning and working…
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WHAT KEISHA DID by David Haynes
That Janet Williams hadn’t liked children all that much she blamed on the boy’s mother. Children annoyed her, frankly—all that incessant energy, the enthusiasm for obnoxious music and inedible food, their general and relentless neediness. When pressed, however, she would admit there was something special about this one, this Danny, her five-year-old grandson. On that…
TRANSLATION
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