After Jennifer S. Cheng 1: the sea captured in a glass 2: a homophone for having enough for leftovers, a synonym for abundance 3: the fish, who have already forgotten you. It’s not personal 4: where memory fails, there’s still imagining 5: you. Not as an ocean but outside 6: glass and/or acrylic
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The Arrest, in all its surreal narrative trappings, supercars, and Hollywood theatrics, wants to know if words can save us in a dystopia.
Winner of the EXTINCTION Essay Contest, selected by Lacy M. Johnson
CHARLES YU is the author of three books, including the novel How to
Dirty light in the tiny hours. Rubbed myself off on a fire hydrant in the shadows. For want of a more accessible protuberance. It was the old night terroirs had me up.
Translated from the Slovenian by Brian Henry healers / flat sky / flame gifts for the hill / dachshunds blue cellophane / blue color of bread blue white walls / dante blood
Ryan and I had decided we were too old to be parents. We’d just met too late in life for this to happen, and the fiscal reality that we were teachers meant
You always leave them on the trees to rot & it so pains me to see this every fall those gorgeous pinkish red orbs like pinkish red planets become hollowed a reminder that time
I do understand what would drive someone to chart their loneliness on a grid. I do understand the precipitous tower of books relies on labors paid and unpaid, mine and others, in
I am not mad, my heart is so. Cliffside, oceanside, Pacific sand dollars, dead and broken. I am everywhere in neither form nor feeling, washed-up giant kelp,sea glass. The fire, the flame, smoke,
Translated from the Italian by Amy Newman Though a ray of sunshine,it’s not thawing. The pale tangle of shadowsis stillthe only ornament of the earthbeneath the bare trees. In Norway — right
2023 Margaret Sterling Memorial Award Winner I am of my mother, my mother is of me. I am my mother’s eyes, deep turquoise, surrounded by deep orange, that I am not of.
2023 Hattie Lockett Award Winner after Otto Dix’s painting “Portrait of the Dancer Anita Berber” I have met a Munich girl with black hairand a penchant for putting out matches on the
2023 Hattie Lockett Award Winner Memory finds me clean. I offer it space inside of my kidneys.It wants to know a face. I don’t have a face I only havehands. Bear the