Key Art by Trevor Davis Presented here is Carl Hancock Rux’s Artist Statement for his forthcoming Juneteenth celebration at Lincoln Center “It was while singing… the idea of escaping from slavery was first suggested to my mind.” —Frederick Douglass African American music is inseparable from the Transatlantic Slave Trade and the forced . . .
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Translated by Robin Myers, The Brush by Eliana Hernández-Pachón is out with Archipelago Books. She has been published a couple times in MR, both as a poet and translator. Table for One, the short story colelction by Yun Ko-eun, translated by Lizzie Buehler, is out now from Columbia University Press. The titular story was . . .
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In some ways I regret how I thought about marriage on the day of my wedding, December 7, 2013. At the time, my partner and I believed that God had led us to one another, that divorce could only be a tragic last resort, and that it was my husband’s role as . . .
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On November 1, 2012—over ten years ago now—I awake to the sound of a generator . . . in another, wealthier building. It is Day Four of the blackout. I cover my nose from the chill in my unheated and lightless apartment. My husband, already awake, wraps his arms around me and . . .
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Margaret Cerullo (photo: Hampshire College) The excitement in Mexico and abroad about North America’s first woman president has dominated the headlines—almost to the exclusion of who Claudia Sheinbaum is, and what she stands for. How did she win, and how will she confront the enormous challenges facing Mexico, perhaps none more dramatic . . .
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“What killed my son Abboud wasn’t just an American missile fired by an Israeli pilot. What killed my son was a regime whose very existence is defined by and built on expulsion and genocide.” – Ahmed Abu Artema, co-organizer of Gaza’s Great March of Return Gaza is asking all of us: . . .
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I’m home from work, reading in bed, when Mom calls to tell me. It’s six in the evening. My boyfriend’s out with some friends of his I find exhausting. He’s often out, while I stay in. We’ve been together for almost a decade, our rituals of avoidance calcified into habit. I live . . .
Read MoreNathan McClain and Abigail Chabitnoy have selected Michael Lavers’ poem “Sun, Birds, and Leaves” from MR’s Summer 2023 issue (Vol. 64, Issue 2) for the prestigious prize. MICHAEL LAVERS is the author of After Earth and The Inextinguishable, both published by the University of Tampa Press. His poems have appeared in Ploughshares, AGNI, Southwest Review, Best New Poets 2015, TriQuarterly, The Georgia Review, . . .
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I met Haya Abu Nasser in January 2024 under the auspices of We Are Not Numbers, a youth-led literary mentorship program founded in Gaza in 2015. We Are Not Numbers, or WANN as it is called by its members, pairs young Palestinians who are writing in English with international mentors. The goal is . . .
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1. CHLORIS HAS HER SAY “If it’s true, Chloris, that you love me,and I’ve heard you do love me well—”was a fresh way for you to begin.After that you lost the thread a bit,scorning ambrosia and the prospectof trading places with kings if my lovewere sure. (No kings were offering.)—from “Anti-Pastorals,” Volume . . .
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