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In one week, the literary elf will visit our office under the cloak of darkness and leave beneath the dry-erase board dozens of beautiful brown boxes, each filled with 64 copies of Issue 9.2 (which you can order here). None of us has seen this mysterious figure in person, but Brian Trapp set up a …

We just got our final proof from the printer, which means that Issue 9.2 will soon be trucking toward us (you can order the issue here). There’s a kind of grief in every transition; we mourn what’s passing as the new thing emerges, so we find ourselves decked out in black for the final few …

Each new issue of The Cincinnati Review is like a baby to us. We nourish it, change it, tell funny anecdotes about it, and murmur gentle encouragements in its ear about the amazing lit mag issue it will someday become. And then, when the new arrival comes along, we crowd the older children into a …

Nance Van Winckel is a decorated poet and fiction writer with almost as many books as fingers, but in our upcoming issue she blends poetry with visual art to create what she calls “photoems.” Her breathtaking digital photo-collages draw from the traditions of urban landscape photography, collage, mural, and graffiti. Of her process, she says, …

Do you remember when you were a kid and you’d tell your mother you were bored, and she would say, “Only boring people are bored,” and then lock you outside while it was snowing? To discover how strange/cold the world could truly be? If not, you probably had better childhoods than certain members of our …

Every year when the temperature outside begins to drop, the CR staff becomes giddy for all things fall. Matt O’Keefe positively giggles over the leaves crunching beneath his feet, and Lisa Ampleman and Nicola Mason nearly come to blows over the question of lattice-crusted versus crumb-topped apple pie. Becky Adnot-Haynes begins chucking a football at …

We’re in a frenzy of anticipation as we await the moment when Issue 9.1 will arrive in our humble suite. We’ve taken to peering out the door and squeezing the feeling from each others’ hands, and of course we’ll all shriek in a shattering-glass-type register when we spot a delivery person with a pile of …