When African literature is published in the West, it is all too often realist, in English, and in the spirit of Chinua Achebe. But romance, science fiction, fantasy, epic, experimental poetry, satire, and political allegory all find expression in Africa, …
One rare day, I remember little about him in any regard, Fa told me interesting things that I was too young to absorb
I remember “coydog” that day, probably he used that word with the other men there, felt hats, …
* Winner of a 2018 Pushcart Prize and shortlisted for the 2018 Caine Prize for African Writing *
It all started with a letter, slapped smack in the middle of our street sign. It was Uncle Ermu who saw it, and …
in which many give blood, the odd pint, the occasional bag; the stranger few
drain gallons. Even fewer donate with such regularity that they have a central line
conveniently installed for extraction. Not that expedition and speed are what
The Leftovers, by Shaelyn Smith. Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2018. 232 pages, $16.
There are tons of reasons to read art criticism: you can learn about culture, formulate arguments, or anxiously over-prepare for a Tinder date with a Dada …
The violin was laid to rest
in the violin-shaped grave
of its velutinous case.
The violin is worth
the cost of a college education
in United States Dollars.
There are mourners—mostly retired
Italian actors hired to cry on cue.
singlehood about as sensible
as finding one orange flip-flop
frozen to an iceberg
but also knowing
the kind of man you want
never would have let you
enter the Arctic Circle.
Michael Montlack is editor of …
It was a simple pulley. Not weathered, maybe fixed-eye, with some plastic twine threaded through the sheave. It hung there from a bar, which had been bent in the middle by weight and poor planning. The bar was secured …
Spellbound, stomach full of precious stones,
I watch you. Blurry satyr, fawn dozing,
prey on cottony greensward. Gotten goat
unwounded on the whorls of liverwort.
Man asleep on pale green cotton. Warm
man, glowing peacefully like dreaming prey.
Ticks like …
I will be closer to Bingo age than hopscotch.
Parts will harden, parts will soften.
They will burn in outrage over the latest
unjust deaths, a fresh but familiar two weeks
of fuel for the twenty-four-hour news cycle.
Pundits will …
Bloody Saturday: Shanghai’s Darkest Day, by Paul French. Penguin (Australia), in association with Penguin (Beijing). 116 pages, $9.95.
Saturday, August 14, 1937. As Shanghai woke up peacefully in the aftermath of a typhoon that didn’t quite hit the city, its …