“Dear Applicant, We appreciate your interest in our supergroup and the time you’ve invested in applying for the Associate Hero opening. While we acknowledge that your abilities as ‘The Outsider’ (i.e., heightened powers of perception, an ability to subtly blend in with your surroundings) could be assets to our organization, at the . . .
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“They came in droves. All through the cool season, from October through April, the shadow people arrived at the depot. First the locomotive groaned to a stop at Howrah Station in Calcutta, its grooved wheels and iron pistons coated in dust from the long trip across the plains of northern India. A . . .
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While Professor Jeong explains a poet should work with farmers to write of harvest, you recall 195 kilometers away Professor Kim said there’s no poetry in the north.—from “Northern Korea Postcard”, Winter 2018 (Vol. 59, Issue 4) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.As a child growing up in . . .
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“She is a beacon in the dark night, dressed from nape to heel in white. Standing at the threshold, she is a study in contrasts: her black hair blunt against her chin, the ivory of piano keys, while her red lips take shape to mouth the name of a friend inside. The . . .
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Stopping to catch my breath on a switchback,I run my fingers along the leaves of a yucca: each blade curved, sharp, radiating from a core —in this warmest of Novembers, the dead push out of thawing permafrost: in a hugeblotch of black ink that now hangs, framed. . . —from “Ravine,” from Volume . . .
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They fly me in a helicopterinside a bronze casket that sellsat bestpricedcaskets.comfor twelve grand. . . .—from “The Dictator En Route to His Burial at the National Heroes’ Cemetery,” Volume 59, Issue 4 (Winter 2018) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.One of the first pieces I wrote was . . .
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Jalal Abad, once Adinapour,is the mythic city of shine—the whim of a Mughal King, Jalaludin Akbar,known for his fondness for citrus and fountains.—from “Jalalabad Will Never B JBAD,” from Volume 59, Issue 4 (Winter 2018) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.When I was a child, I wrote mini . . .
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“The first time I visited Domanju, I was ten. I remember a river, black blue and green. I remember a large bell, hanging inside of what looked like the cap of the earth’s largest mushroom. I remember a statue shaped like a prototypical squid. I remember, on top of the squid, another . . .
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I told the earth to settle back down, to lay deep in its mudarmchair, to soften the static from its flaring mouth. Can we slow down, tenderthose we miss? —from ‘A Cosmology,” from Volume 59, Issue 4 (Winter 2018) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.I can’t remember the . . .
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“When I was younger I had a recurring dream of walking in the ruins of Ani. Ani was a city of the Bagratid Kingdom in eastern Anatolia (“Higher Armenia”). It had been a powerful fortress as early as the third century, but by the ninth century Ani became the center of a . . .
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