Cincinnati Review

“Modernity is a rust factory,” Sun Yung Shin declares in “Detonations,” a poem in which the technology of war brutally contrasts a natural landscape.

“As someone who’s become obsessed with space flight lately, I admire how Jaswinder Bolina imagines its future and our future, one in which we—a much more inclusive we—regularly jet to other planets.”

When at lastthe last fires burnt out upon the prairie,trains could be heard passing,mournful as whales. There’s no remedy to beingsecond-rate, I heard the brakeman sayas he & his red light were pulledforever into Missouri. But still I waitedfor you like a radio tower, blinkingquietly in the night. See more poems from Issue 17.1 by …

Kat Lewis’s “외계인 | Waygyein” is a heartbreaking meditation on the otherness inherent in being a stranger in a strange land.

Mary Ardery’s flash autofiction piece “Assistant Guide” gives the reader a glimpse into the addiction recovery community, where the specter of relapse, and its attendant violence, looms large.