Witness Weekends are back with a bang! Join us as Christopher Citro reads from his poem, “The New Avenues the Only Avenues We Have,” from the Fall/Winter 2020 Online Issue. Citro’s work was a fast favorite among our readers, who found his poems well-crafted, intimate and surprising. Ultimately we were drawn in to the blue-dark musings and the still, longing… [Read More]
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The Kristian Vang Fan Club
…to James Pelish, sends it off before hurrying to his graduate seminar, grabbing some notes for an abandoned paper on Every Man In His Humour on his way. The class goes about as expected. Most of the students haven’t done the reading, stare at their hands through Paul’s discussion questions. When he tries to riff off his old notes, Lucy… [Read More]
Land of the Wounded: A Girl in the VA
…kind of war with its own casualties raged at home that summer: riots spreading from city to city, domestic combat zones that led to the deployment of 1,700 army troops in Newark and Detroit. Before long, the papers were reporting those dead and wounded, too. For the two months I worked at the VA, I didn’t have a single exchange… [Read More]
A Review of Ryan Sallans’ “Transforming Manhood”
By Alyse Burnside I read Ryan Sallans’ book Transforming Manhood in bursts during my first semester of graduate school. Each night, settling into his book felt like the treat I’d given myself for reading Foucault, planning an English 101 lesson about how to write a thesis statement, or simply walking around the Las Vegas desert feeling utterly alone. Finding a… [Read More]
Fiction
…Expatriate Writer (Portland, Oregon) Kelly Puig Carroll, Letter to Arthur Richard Wiley, Reading Faust in Shimoda Kelly Puig Carroll, The Transmutation of Fernando Pessoa’s Remains Vol. XXVII No. 3 (Winter 2014) Jennifer Clements, At Your Age Laura Legge, Clutch Micah Dean Hicks, Flight of the Crow Boys John Thornton Williams, Graveyard Andrew Gretes, Hannibal Jennifer Pashley, Strange Animals Molia Dumbleton,… [Read More]
Shadow Texts
…another way I might preserve for our children something of Emily’s voice in the emails sent to classmates from high school, college, and graduate school. Actually, it has been good for me as well. Reading through these saved messages has made me realize just how much of her voice I miss. As her health worsened over those four and a… [Read More]
Cities of Broken Teeth, Cities of Dust and Blood
…kitchen. We’d been on a flight that passed over Ukraine just hours after the Malaysian plane crashed: returning from a trip to Cyprus and Turkey, we were about to leave Istanbul when we heard the news. Once we returned home, I couldn’t stop reading about that Malaysian jet being shot down, thinking about the people who became bodies that fell… [Read More]
Sojourn
…in a large glass ashtray. “I would like you to apologize,” he said. “There was a misunderstanding,” I said. “For that I’m sorry.” “That’s not enough.” He gathered the papers on his desk and began to flip through them, reading some words under his breath. “My brother appreciates your business,” I said. “Do you?” “Of course.” “Then you must have… [Read More]
Sojourn by Christopher Linforth
…large glass ashtray. “I would like you to apologize,” he said. “There was a misunderstanding,” I said. “For that I’m sorry.” “That’s not enough.” He gathered the papers on his desk and began to flip through them, reading some words under his breath. “My brother appreciates your business,” I said. “Do you?” “Of course.” “Then you must have a drink.”… [Read More]
The Choice, 1988
…Michener, whose Alaska she was reading for her book club. You listened to their pleasantries, trying to detect a note of disappointment, a wistful wish that their son had found himself a white girlfriend instead. You heard nothing but geniality. They seemed to embody a term you had come across when reading Edith Wharton: “well-bred.” Your boyfriend was sullen. He… [Read More]
Hostage
…went back to his apartment. At four-thirty he woke up to the sound of white noise coming from the TV. He turned off the set and stumbled into the bedroom, took off his clothes, and climbed into bed. He felt a small, slightly oily object in the bed. Switching on his reading light, he threw back the covers and found… [Read More]
The Lady Matador’s Hotel: An Interview with Cristina García
…I think I knew pretty quickly that she was going to be Japanese-Mexican. It was an intuitive choice that I came to better understand later on. AN: It’s obvious from reading her that she was a lot of fun to write. CG: Yes—I think I have this thing for Amazonian women; there are a lot of them rampaging through the… [Read More]