In Issue 20.1, we present a craft review feature celebrating the art of extraordinary writing. The feature was inspired by Holly Goddard Jones’s “Unreasonably Good Stories: Breaking the Competency Ceiling,” and we’re pleased to share here Shannon Fandler’s contribution to the conversation. (Read the entire feature here.) The Collected Schizophrenias. Esmé Weijun Wang. Graywolf, 2019. …
In Issue 20.1, we present a craft review feature celebrating the art of extraordinary writing. The feature was inspired by Holly Goddard Jones’s “Unreasonably Good Stories: Breaking the Competency Ceiling,” which we printed in excerpted form in the issue (available with the entire feature here) but provide here in full: I teach in an MFA …
When my father could no longer live independently in the home where I was raised, my brother and I cleared the place out and sold it. My brother claimed a bounty of bric-a-brac from the house, including two sets of dinnerware, a snowblower, and my mother’s wedding dress. Over and over again, he and his …
Where there was a meadow,a shore. Wouldn’t that be beautiful, he thought— to return by sea, which of course implies leaving, or a kind of reliefif we can allow it. And it’s true, the beginning of a painting may also be the beginning of a room. How we followed the canvas toward a doorand there …
Outside, the swarm. The dog found it first,ran crying, and now we’re both wearing balaclavasin July. You in mittens, two sweatshirts, some Oakleysfrom God knows where, hands up against the sliding glass.After the poison, the exterminator, still the waspsevery morning. The dog’s face swollen now like a football.In their nest they sleep well, we think. …
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(To use the PDF embedder to see all pages of the poem, use the arrows on the bottom left-hand side.) See more poems from Issue 20.1 by purchasing a copy in our online store. Digital copies only $5.
I am seventeen and driving fast on a two-lane highway with the windows open. It’s late afternoon, that hour when the day’s edges are singed gold. I’m alone, and because I’ve just recently gotten my license, this aloneness is a thing of wonder. The light in the Long Island sky seems to be telling me …
It takes very little to become a difficult patient. Having questions, feeling unexplained or anomalous pain, being uncajoled, seeming nervous for one’s first dose of chemo. The nurse looked at me sideways as I walked into the chemo-complex, and asked, “Are you all right?” as if I should have been. As if I looked excessively …
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