Listen: everywhere the earth is flecked with grey. A shadow leapt from the ground to a tree. In Miami a banana is duct-taped to a wall.Blocks of granite lie like sarcophagi, pressing shim-faced against ...
On Learning that Chiquita Brands Financed Paramilitary Killings in Colombia by Shou Jie Eng
Poetry
Crack Let us be fog horns on a murky nightLet them call us flawed, bitchyLet them say you have a tailLet mystified children keep looking for itLet them be blind to the glittering trail we left behindLet them be ...
Three Poems by Gonca Özmen Translated by Jeffrey Kahrs and Mete Özels
Translations
“Did I ever finish my story? I mean this woman was seriously one of the worst customers I’ve had in a while—a total hair-mare.” June nudges Laine, who nods but doesn’t look up from her nearly empty ...
Wig Shop by Rebecca Bernard
Fiction
In the kitchen, your father mans the video camera. He takes aim at your big brother, the corners of his mustache curling around his smirk. Your brother is five years old: milk chocolate eyes, flyaways fanning his ...
The Blanket by Katie Bannon
Nonfiction
Solio by Samira Negrouche
Translated from French by Nancy Naomi Carlson
Review by Abigail Ardelle Zammit
Interview by Tiffany Troy
Publisher: Seagull Books
Publication Date: May 6, 2024
ISBN: 978-1803093383
Pages: ...
Solio by Samira Negrouche Translated by Nancy Naomi Carlson, Review by Abigail Ardelle Zammit and Interview by Tiffany Troy
Book Reviews, Interviews
after Philip Pearlstein How symbols lose their meaning: first, render them inanimate. Common. Made of wood, not marble or flesh. Give them empty eyes, faceless. The ancient Egyptians believed that a spirit could ...
Model with Swan Decoy, 1987 by Joshua Garcia
Poetry
I play jelly-jounce to the flag of the United Stetson America, one, two, three, rip-ugly-four witch: it stands, one Asian, other gods invisible, with rubber teeth and just this for all.
The kindergarten room ...
KINDERGARTEN by Kyoko Uchida
Flash Fiction
May It Be SoThe day remains behind,barely used and already useless.The great light begins,all gateways give way toa sleeping man,time is a tree that does not stop growing.Time,the great half-open door,the blinding ...
Two Poems by Blanca Varela Translated by Liana Kapelke-Dale
Translations
If my grandfather hadn’t died of heart failure—heartbreak, my grandmother insists—a year before the towers fell, he would have been buried under a hundred floors of steel and concrete and shattered glass. His last ...
The Button by Scott Nadelson
Fiction
