Front Cover by Panteha Abareshi
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HIPPA Violation 2019
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WHEN AUDRE LORDE was faced with the possibility of a new tumor in her liver in November 1986, she went to Barnes & Noble for more information. “In those hours in the stacks of Barnes & Noble, I felt myself shifting into another gear,” she writes in A Burst of Light. “My resolve strengthened as my panic lessened.” There were few first person accounts of living with cancer available to her, a fact that spurred her to publish The Cancer Journals in 1980. Any knowledge about her condition was mediated by doctors and scientists. These tomes were filled...
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Through the gleam of brass the lettering was hard to read: “Bartók’s Retreat.” Out of habit I hung a “Do Not Disturb” cushion over the doorknob.
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The 2022 winner of the Anne Halley Poetry Prize is Robert Whitehead, for his poem "David" (Volume 62, Issue 1).
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View a recording of our Disability Justice: A Reading event, featuring featuring Zefyr Lisowski, Bhavna Mehta, Claude Olson, and Saleem Hue Penny!
Closed Captioning is available, and an audio transcript can be found here.
“We are the heirs of a legacy of creative protest [...] the teachings of Thoreau are alive today, indeed, they are more alive today than ever before.”
—REV. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. (MR 4.1, Autumn 1962)
View a recording of our Disability Justice: A Reading event, featuring featuring Zefyr Lisowski, Bhavna Mehta, Claude Olson, and Saleem Hue Penny!
Closed Captioning is available, and an audio transcript can be found here.
Pebble tossed, ricochets, sinks
The sea mounts, thrashes
I shake from my body
The wave's vengeance
—from "The Pebble" by Levent Beskardes, Translated by Stephanie Papa, Volume 63, Issue 4 (Winter 2022)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you translated.
I think the first poems I translated were actually in Portuguese, rather than French. I went to Brazil in 2013 for a few months, and had the incredible luck of going to FLIP, an international literary festival in Paraty. I will never forget the atmosphere—papier mâché puppet parades, children reading books that dangled from trees by strings, crowds singing on the street, and rooms packed for poetry readings. There, my friend introduced me to Laura...
An Interview with Peter Bush, translator, by Albert Lloret:
You have recently published an English translation of Víctor Català's novel A Film (3,000 meters) with Open Letter Press. What kind of a novel is it? Does it belong to any genre?
No, it playfully skates between genres. In her prologue, Víctor Català refers to her book as a light-hearted movie the reader doesn’t have to take seriously. She even says the reader doesn’t even need to connect the threads of the plot. The orphan protagonist’s agitated quest for his parents means, on the contrary, that the reader is always trying to see how the rapid sequence of events...
If a body meet a body
Goin’ for a brew,
If a lassie raised her glassie,
Would or wouldn’t you?
Auld Lang Syne and whisky fine
Can warm us all night through.
But a beer augments the cheer,
So let the pours ensue!
Here’s a lovely Scottish Ale
Translucent, copper-hued.
And its creamy head prevails
On tongues (and glasses, too).
Biscuity and gently hopped
And mildly malty through,
This Belhaven brew’s an op-
tion while the evening’s new.
Cross an ocean to the West,
And beers of U.S.A.
Honor Scottish styles with zest.
Here’s one to try today:
For if you see a Dirty Bastard
Comin’ through...
Six months before your trip, you begin the search. Scrolling through headshots, you note several eligible prospects. One after the other, you dial the numner below each photo.
The first seven receptionists inform you that, contrary to the green check mark on your insurance's provider list, the doctor isn't taking new clients. A few seem upset that you would ask.
—from "Patient, Heal Thyself," Volume 63, Issue 4 (Winter 2022)
Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
Not the first I wrote, but one of the first I published, “To Know A Bean,” comes to mind because a reader recently reached out to let me know they’d come across it in The Concord Saunterer. The essay is about a literary...
