Latest Writing
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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…
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INTERVIEW WITH Sarah Audsley
Sarah Audsley is a Korean American poet from rural Vermont. A graduate of the MFA Program for Writers at Warren Wilson College, her debut book of poetry Landlock X (Texas Review Press, 2023) explores the intricacies of being an adoptee not only through the textures of language but also visual arts crafts, such as collage.…
POETRY
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TWO POEMS by Caroline Richards
Recovery poem with jargon After reading Auden, I water my moth orchid with ice cubes and watch a girl with green hair draw a benzene ring in white erase. I pay attention to time. I arrange my table of books into heiroglyphs and try to say something before the sun sets. In Midsummer Night’s…
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TWO POEMS by Corinna Rosendahl
from Scenes from the Seconds It was written for an exhibition that at the end of her life Louise Bourgeois circled back to her birth1 When I did as asked like long hair I pulled my fire back 1Unknown *** Henceforth and forever I am my own…
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PARIS by Elly Bookman
At seventeen I gazed a good ten minutes at Saint Catherine Labouré’s incorruptible palms around a rosary. Soon I’d learn to drive a manual transmission, the backward N of the ascending gears. The still-war had been on for more than a year, and there was something so similarly earned in her un-atrophied grip. I…
FICTION
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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…
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THE LUCKY ONES by Hananah Zaheer
Ever since Abba died, a girl has been living in my mouth. Mostly, she sits on my tongue and watches me do my homework or make houses with old cereal boxes. When Amma makes me write receipts for the laundry business she runs out of our living room, the girl helps me count. “I want…
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MONSIEUR REYNARD by Holly M. Wendt
Renaud com richchande thurgh a roghe greveAnd alle the rabel in a res, ryght at his heles.— “Sir Gawain and the Green Knight” by anonymous but what is the fox to think, duck-tumbling through green with all the dogs baying at his heels, of the scene unfolding across a hill inside stone walls much…
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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