We are pleased to share this craft essay by Gary Jackson on the process of creating an anthology, which appeared in Issue 19.2 as part of a special multigenre review and essay feature on anthologies (read the entire feature here): The Future of Black: Afrofuturism, Black Comics, and Superhero Poetry. Eds. Len Lawson, Cynthia Manick, …
We are pleased to share this craft essay by Emily Pérez and Nancy Reddy on the process of creating an anthology, which appeared in Issue 19.2 as part of a special multigenre review and essay feature on anthologies (read the entire feature here): The Long Devotion: Poets Writing Motherhood. Eds. Emily Pérez and Nancy Reddy. …
in memory of Alex Pacas (19) and Wyatt Whitebread (14), who died in a grain silo owned by Consolidated Grain and Barge in Mount Carroll, Illinois, on July 28, 2010 “The view was all in lines / Straight up and down of tall slim trees / Too much alike to mark or name a place …
Blank peal of a glass door in the archive of memory,you want nothing or you fear nothing, breath is the daughteryou never had. Escape offers its temporary attention, gazeset permanently on some middle distance at which a bridgecan be made out, dimly, to burn. I stepped ontothe archaeological site with a confidence borne of schematicsmy …
Source text: Fascinating Womanhood by Helen Andelin, originally self-published in 1963. These erasures were composed upon pages of the mass-market paperback, published by Random House, 1982.
with a phrase from Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” a name is a noose that won’t let you be.my full name was once woven from threefibers, a cord of three that i dare to breakinto two knots on a tongue. please excuse,foreman, my Hebrew. Yirmeyahu means Godis high. it’s why i love the tower from distance.O- …
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Gliding like giant fish past our villa, sometimes Dubai’s city buses, with their whirring, unsettle me—the long sigh of the air conditioning let out as exits unfold their mechanical arms and passengers spill onto the sidewalk. When we first arrived in the United Arab Emirates eighteen months ago for my husband’s job, I tried hard …
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