Latest Writing
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INTERVIEW WITH Amanda Murphy and Carrie Chappell
Winner of the 2022 Théophile Gautier Prize in Poetry from the French Academy, Sandra Moussempès’ collection Cassandre à bout portant (Flammarion, January 2021) explores the haunted aesthetics and violent dialects attributed to women’s lives. Raw and rigorous, the poems in this collection channel women’s voices as they disembody and re-embody in language, tapping poetry’s potential…
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INTERVIEW WITH MÓNICA GOMERY
Mónica Gomery is a rabbi and a poet based in Philadelphia. Chosen for the 2021 Prairie Schooner Raz-Shumaker Book Prize in Poetry… her second collection, Might Kindred … skillfully interrogates Goa, queer storytelling, ancestral influences, and more.
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INTERVIEW WITH KARISMA PRICE
Karisma Price is a poet, screenwriter, and media artist. Her work has appeared in Oxford American, Poetry, Four Way Review, wildness, Adroit Journal, and elsewhere. She is a Cave Canem Fellow, was a finalist for the 2019 Manchester Poetry Prize, and was awarded the 2020 J. Howard and Barbara M. J. Wood Prize from the…
POETRY
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FLEVATO by Richard Siken
We are going to poison the rats, announced the Transit Authority. They had posted fliers but no one was reading them. The subway was crowded. I was late and trying to think diagonally, up and around the corners. I wasn’t used to it. I grew up in a flat land where there was no descending.…
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TWO POEMS by Alexa Luborsky
I was the wet cloth that kept the phyllo damp. I was the rag that lifted and didn’t catchthe edges of things. I was lamplight.In another place, I was shaina maidel.Here, though, I was khokh- memoryand nots- space. I was khokhanots.I was the kitchen, a whole geographywith borders of mother and step-father. Bubbie was nowherehere. She…
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JANUARY MONTHLY: INTERVIEW WITH MARIA ZOCCOLA
Any reader with even a cursory understanding of Greek mythology will recognize her name: Helen of Troy—daughter of Zeus, the most beautiful woman in the world, a “face that launched a thousand [war]ships.” Now take that image and fast forward about, oh, 3200 years, and you get Maria Zoccola’s raised fist of a debut, Helen…
FICTION
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ALL WE HAD TO DO WAS SWIM by Jon Bohr Heinen
I ducked down a side street when I saw the red and blue lights coming from the police cruisers blocking the Burnside Bridge. My big brother, Joel, trailed after me and asked, What’re you doing? I told him I’d never seen so many cops before; the only policeman I’d encountered was the one who visited…
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EXCERPT FROM THE HISTORY OF LITERACY by K-Ming Chang
Smaller Uncle claimed he could predict a flood was coming when all his nose-hairs swooned and sprinkled the sink. A long time ago, before he washed cars, he used to be a weatherman, which I thought meant he could manufacture weather, plucking out strands of his own hair to double as lightning, the way the…
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QUARTO: Zion by Kate Lister Campbell
This summer, all the kids call themselves Zion. They come one by one and hang on the fence behind the backboard, then drift in until they’re standing under the basket, waiting for the rebound off my shot. Teams form by nods and dissolve at eleven or twenty-one, each of us…
TRANSLATION
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THREE POEMS by Nadja Küchenmeister trans. Aimee Chor
at the base no one quite knew how late it waswhen it was too late: i came backa breeze took my hand, the courtyard recognized me, as always, without wakingi picked out the old names on the name platesbein, puhahn, henke, brumm, i let them dry no clothespins on the clotheslinewhere there was a puddle,…
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INVITATION TO END by Faris Kuseyri trans. Patrick Sykes
A woman puts an orange in her husband’s pocketand her longing I saw they’re opening unmarked graves with warrantsand silence’s strength I saw truth bound, the papers lieand hate in the words I saw grace in the bazaar, conscience in exileand the feigned surprise I saw driven again to my pencil’s mercyand the invitation to…
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from YOU by Chantal Neveu trans. Erín Moure
first his breathing then his pupils I watch his mouth its furrows its swells slight circle of his irises the black hole a tube he sees me impulsion an implicit programmatics ascension the facades the borough remanence of Rio a yard a garden the staircase winding its gradations compelling the maples alongside the false acacias…
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