Shelley Wood I met Suki in my life-drawing class, back when she’d already quit her job and had all that other shit happen, but still had both boobs. I figured she was working on improving herself...
Kathryne David Gargano the boy says: devils cannot move human semen locally! he cries it in the streets, flogging his papers / so sensational, this boy— he forgets so earnestly the way women are...
From Issue 7.3 Ed Lynskey Call me a gravedigger.By night I shovel themoist moments awaytill the empty depthcan hold my heart, my injured heart.Still she lies like a smirking shadowin the bottom of...
From Issue 29.2 Marilyn F. Moriarty The only excess on Inishmore was in the people — in their talking, in their music — and last night what music there was with noisy old ballads, raucous...
Letter Composed During a Lull in the Fighting Kevin Powers Little, Brown and Company, April 1, 2014 Reviewed by Jonathan Maule The Weight of What Remains: A Review of Kevin Powers’ Letter...
Meet Me Here at Dawn by Sophie Klahr YesYes Books, December 1, 2016 ISBN: 978-1-936919-42-0 Reviewed by Anatoly Molotkov Sophie Klahr doesn’t offer much biographical information on her...
The Missing Girl Jacqueline Doyle Black Lawrence Press, 2017 ISBN: 978-1-62557-983-6 When it comes to narratives on missing and abducted girls, we normally explore titillating, abhorrent, and violent...
Margaret Cipriano We believed in starting small so we examined ourselves in the light of a hundred different kitchens, and with stunning alacrity, concluded we were just some planetary ache. A...
The Brand New Catastrophe Mike Scalise Sarabande Books, 2017 260 pp. The writer who chooses memoir as a medium faces a daunting challenge: to ground himself in the personal—in a specific,...
