Contributors: John Mosier, Max Aub/tr., Will Kirkland, Michael Murphy, Mark Lussier, Peggy McCormack
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thin rug of carrots
on the road broken carrots
children carry carrots
like little torches
one girl eats a carrot
tops of carrots
on the road a carrot
carried by a bone-thin dog
he is thin enough
not to know…
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 …1
Contributors: Paul Guest, Jynne Dilling Martin, Harold Schweizer, Harold Baquet, Joel Long, Joshua A Ware, Samuel Ligon, Angel Crespo, Steven J. Stewart, Kevin Craft, Anne Heide, Piotr Florczyk, E. B. Vandiver, Shane McCrae, Eva Talmadge, Charlie Clark, Sarah Perrier, John …0
The Listeners, by Leni Zumas. Tin House Books, 2012. $15.95, 352 pages.
In Leni Zumas’ debut novel, The Listeners, the narrator Quinn suffers the loss of her older sister—shot in her sleep after they switched places in a shared …4
Juventud, by Vanessa Blakeslee. Curbside Splendor, October 2015. $12, 300 pages.
Over the past year, a number of high-profile novels have moved beyond American insularity to engage questions of social justice. Dinaw Mengestu’s All Our Names (2014) follows a …2
“A fascinating half century of conversations with some of the most influential writers of the last hundred years . . . a brilliant work of depth and scope.” —Seattle Book Review
“Focus[ing] on both the subjects’ artistic output and …5
and I was like Bill! I’m a fan! Come over for lunch!
and he said he’d be delighted though he was sunburned
and wearing a salmon-colored shirt which made him
self-conscious he told me in confidence
I served tuna sandwiches …3
A man woke up in a field of marigolds. He had no idea how he’d gotten there. He jumped to his feet and wiped the dirt from his brow. He looked around at thousands of flowers. It reminded him of …2
the honor of your presence
on this August afternoon at the
Stannis Funeral Home
Fourteen-year-old David was now the very last Hummel. He clung to the wall like a snail, …2
I took with me everywhere else I’d been before. I’d bought a house on a corner and dismantled it like a stage-hand. When I spoke, my voice sounded like everything. When my neighbors asked if they should be worried, I …2