How Can Black People Go Camping at a Time Like This?
LIKE A BEACHED WHALE, THE REFRIGERATION CONTAINER RESTS ON LOWRY Avenue behind North Memorial Health, a trauma hospital in Robbinsdale, Minnesota. It’s been there since March. Either whitewashed or dulled by time, the hand lettering on its side reads, Frank’s Vegetables.
It was six o’clock on a steamy January evening in Sao Paulo when Roland saw the toad. He was walking home along Alameda Santos with...
A Review of Chris Campanioni’s The Internet is for real
In a time of deepfakes and alternative facts, we often ask ourselves what is real anymore, how can we trust our own eyes? Chris Campanioni chimes in on our collective existential crisis with his latest book of hybrid works, the Internet is for real in which he proposes, as the title indicates, perhaps the most sure thing in our world is that which is simultaneously everywhere and nowhere. As if cutting and pasting a Pinterest of poetry, memoir, and essays, Campanioni invites us to join him through a pastiche of pop, pulp, and philosophy as he analyzes the internet and its impact on intrapersonal and interpersonal relationships, as well as identity within individual and cultural contexts.
Mystery, Menace, and Early Sorrow
*Notable Essay Best American Essays and Literary Nonfiction of 2018 The dolls never slept. They stayed wide eyed and...
Another boy thinks his father/
dies each time he leaves home.
But I followed instructions! Wring blood from a stone and use the drops as lip gloss./
My new job is branding mascara. This one’s called “The Tracks of My Tears.”
I own a spleen of transcendent variety. It serves as a beacon of bodily function.
Beer at the Lake
You are the odd mom out, the one who doesn’t hang with the pack of moms, the one they don’t really get. You are standing at the lip of the swimming lake.
FUCHSIA MAROON TIMBERWOLF
How full the walls are, teeming with paintings that he isn’t sure deserve to be called that. How he fed her, all her life.
Interview with Grant Faulkner by Ellen O’Connell
Flash fiction has taken on such prominence in the recent literary landscape that there are categories within this category. One such category is a drabble, which is, in prosaic terms, a story of 100 words.
Where the devil is a butcher/
in a white apron/
smeared with red./
Review of Matt Bialer’s Ascent by Matthew Lippman
At the end of Matt Bialer’s epic poem, Ascent, there is a wedding, a Jewish wedding, the bride and groom lifted in chairs, the ancient dance, the Horah, lifted.