Tony Gloeggler

Tony Gloeggler

I’m five years old / again, refusing to wear Bermuda / shorts, begging mom to buy only / long pants, long enough to hide / my iron brace

Beth Anstandig

Beth Anstandig

For instance, I cup my hand over his heart / and it’s like a hand over a heart. // For instance, outside a couple of / night birds / are singing like birds singing at night. // It’s beautiful enough / to name this world —

Amanda Gaines

Amanda Gaines

You must think that I am handling this poorly. My sister taught me that, too: how grief seizes us, paralyzes, renders us speechless and seemingly dumb. How in such a state, it’s best to look one’s best.

Joel Peckham

Joel Peckham

You can’t recreate the first taste of an orange. Which is not just sunshine, bright and radiant, bursting in a mouth but the shock of it and the moment just before the peel, the seal is broken. Every orange after chases memory.

Stella Brice

Stella Brice

I am a bird. I have a cloaca.  Piss/shit/eggs rush out / the one hole. Cock goes in that hole too. 

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The Spring Issue | 2024

Gerald Fleming

Shopping center. A boy of about six trailing his parents—skinny kid with tousled hair, three of them heading toward their car.

“If we weren’t in this parking lot I’d slap the shit out of you,” the mother says to the boy.

Tony Gloeggler

I’m five years old / again, refusing to wear Bermuda / shorts, begging mom to buy only / long pants, long enough to hide /

Beth Anstandig

For instance, I cup my hand over his heart / and it’s like a hand over a heart. // For instance, outside a couple of

Joel Peckham

You can’t recreate the first taste of an orange. Which is not just sunshine, bright and radiant, bursting in a mouth but the shock of

Amanda Gaines

You must think that I am handling this poorly. My sister taught me that, too: how grief seizes us, paralyzes, renders us speechless and seemingly

Zuska Kepplová

We each have a role. I am the storyteller. She is the muse. She’s Romanian. She looks like a Gypsy. A beautiful Gypsy. She says

Gustáv Reuss

Everything seemed set for the trip to the Moon when the prudent Krutohlav, still lost in contemplation of the whole enterprise, imagined yet more problems

Michael Hardin

I have never had a particularly good imagination. Really, it’s kind of dire. It irritates my wife that I can’t imagine a future. I’m not

Diane Simmons

Diane Simmons

There must be thousands of us non-Southerners with similar secret histories, people who profited from the crime of slavery and continue to do so.

Books in Brief

Eight recent volumes of poetry, prose, and photography, reviewed by our editors

Interview with Artist Johanna Strobel

Weaving together disparate references spanning across histories and geographies, German interdisciplinary artist Johanna Strobel explores the entanglement between philosophy, semiotics, and actuality.

Interview with Artist Padma Rajendran

Padma Rajendran’s works on fabric experiment with the clash and combination of patterning and storytelling. She received her MFA from Rhode Island School of Design and teaches drawing at Vassar College.

Michelle Sylliboy

Interview with L’nu interdisciplinary artist Michelle Sylliboy

Mi’kmaq/L’nu artist and author Michelle Sylliboy was born in Boston, Massachusetts, and raised on her traditional L’nuk territory in We’koqmaq, Cape Breton. Her published collection of photographs and L’nuk hieroglyphic poetry, Kiskajeyi—I Am Ready, won the 2020 Indigenous Voices Award. Jessica Mensch interviewed her this summer at her home.