Lake Angela

Lake Angela

We remember, wrapped in black ropes that swayed / me, a cradlesong in the embrace of the snake, / our hearts cracked to cast together better.

Sonya Schneider

Sonya Schneider

Once, a teacher / told me—Need is a bad word. She // stood in front of the class, frowning / at its long ‘e’ sound, as a mother // might frown at her young child / who’s just peed her pants.

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.

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Stella Brice

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

Lake Angela

We remember, wrapped in black ropes that swayed / me, a cradlesong in the embrace of the snake, / our hearts cracked to cast together better.

Francesca Bell

Role play is harder / alone in the hotel room, / it being more difficult / to suspend disbelief / single-handedly.

Justin Andrew Cruzana

And because I was not good, I did not step inside / the ark. The flood came and went and my body, // in rebuke

Camille Newsom

What is there / but great silence, waiting, / and serving time in the body / before returning home

Andi Myles

Philosophy of Life 101
Summer 1985

Exams are due by 1 pm Thursday, February 17, 2067.

Sherri Moshman-Paganos

When they call her name, he kisses her, and she tastes his salty lips. The nurse, unsmiling in her brisk white uniform, leads her into

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

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 Anna Hawkins

Anna Hawkins is an artist who works primarily in moving image and installation with an interest in the ways that images, gestures and language are circulated and transformed online and the impacts of technology on the intimate spheres of daily life.

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.

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