Contributors: John Mosier, Jacek Fuksiewicz, Andrew Horton, Drago Jancar, William Marling, David C. Estes, Franci Slivnik, Ann Ceh, Armando Valladares, Miklos Jancso, Janos Kende
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Caroline Randall Williams is a poet, cookbook author, and young adult novelist. She received her MFA from the University of Mississippi, where she co-authored the Phillis Wheatley Award-winning The Diary of B.B. Bright, Possible Princess and the NAACP Image …3
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In the four years I’ve spent in New Orleans I’d never had a Lucky Dog (this is a tourist staple, like the Dodger Dog in LA or Spumoni Gardens pizza in …5
One story goes: Malcolm de Chazal, hoping for just a minute’s reprieve from a friend’s dull soiree, a gulp of fresh air, stumbled out onto the wrap-around veranda and, upon turning the corner, found himself shadowing a young girl, …1
We drive through the intense sun,
and the fields listen. The dead
stand and wave, but we don’t
see them in the glow
of our optimism. The ending
is already written, but we
have not been told. And the dead…
Contributors: Cody Peace Adams (“Polish Movers,” fiction); Patricia Colleen Murphy (“Beloved Father Person,” nonfiction); Juan Rengifo-Borrero (“To Create a World,” poetry); Max Ross (“Harold’s Problem,” nonfiction); Lynda Sexson (“A Nickel Novel,” fiction)
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Calligraphy Lessons: The Collected Stories, by Mikhail Shishkin. Translated from the Russian by Marian Schwartz, Leo Shtutin, Mariya Bashkatova, and Sylvia Maizell. Deep Vellum Publishing, 2015. $12, 180 pages.
Mikhail Shishkin, one of the most highly acclaimed contemporary Russian …3
The fallen branches of the forest are my limbs,
not the limbs of trees. The person who enters the forest
also enters me, just as I am leaving.
You see this in the latticework of a moth in June rain.…
They sit in his pick-up outside the IGA. Her Honda waits across the parking lot. The security light flickers above, its cover filled with the black confetti of dead bugs. The vinyl smells like cigarettes; the floor mats are pocked …1
My mother never learned how to swim. My sisters and I spent our summers in the pool, sometimes with our friends who didn’t need swim caps because the water didn’t curl their hair, and sometimes with our city cousins who …6
Dear Life, I do not ask of you, perfect
features, flattering faces, or possessions.
In your unquiet rounds, honey and absinthe
taste almost the same.
The heart that scorns every beat
rarely suffers a shock.
The way a gunshot sounds…