Cincinnati Review

I come back the next day and throw every curl sloughing itself off my head on the butcher scale.

In Brooke Middlebrook’s “Après L’Ondée,” scent is a mode of inquiry that necessitates sensitivity down to the level of the molecular.

Assistant Editor Kate Jayroe: As writers, we learn to accept that much of our drafting and crafting happens in solitude, so it was a fun surprise to encounter a collaborative prose poem by three writers! In “Yonder,” there’s a delightful union of the unexpected and the subtle. We, the readers, find ourselves traveling with this …

Am I still the companion on your Southwest Airlines Companion Pass?

“Did she remember to unhook her bra, or would she have felt it was better having it stifle her?” In this week’s miCRo, Mandira Pattnaik’s cadence is arresting and immediate.

Now, because he was lonely and the pandemic was supposed to be over, he walked five miles to the hardware store.

Metaphysical prose by the celebrated Scandinavian writer Inger Christensen