***My goldfinch, I’ll throw back my head—let’s look at the world together:A winter’s day, prickly as chaff,isn’t it hard on your eyes? —from The Voronezh Notebooks by Osip Mandelstam, translated by Margaree Little, Volume 66 issue 3 (Fall 2025) Tell us about one of the first pieces you translated.One of the first . . .
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OUR BARRIO SITS on the borders between Bukidnon province and Cagayan de Oro city, a half-forgotten hinterland. Cross the last sitio’s bridge, and you’ve left the city behind. Bukidnon’s roads are the end of asphalt dreams, where concrete gives way to earth: a bumpy quagmire in the season of rains, a dusty . . .
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some dusks I linger long enoughto watch bats stream from the eaves of my neighbor’s houselike blood starved ofoxygen I could cut my ownumbilical cord to the world to watch theindigo sky leak out and believe I was thesource. I’m sorry. I’m sorry —from Brian Russell’s “Missouri,” Vol 66, issue 3 (Fall . . .
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A Review of Reasons and Feelings by Sarah Mesle (University of Chicago Press) Sarah Mesle’s Reasons and Feelings: Writing for the Humanities Now is a new contribution to the University of Chicago Press’s Guides to Writing, Editing, and Publishing series, which contains some tremendous books on the subject. Though too numerous to . . .
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My Dear D, after twelve years of trying, I no longer hope you’ll remember we were once two peanuts nestled in the same shell.—from “What Peanuts Remember,” Vol 66 Issue 3 (Fall 2025) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.My first creative writing piece was this fiction about a . . .
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My name is Sarah Mahmoud. I was born twenty-eight years ago in Jabalia, northern Gaza. My father was a teacher, and my mother a devoted homemaker, who held our family together with love and patience. I was the youngest of five sisters—Dalal, Hazar, Ghada, and two others. In those days, our home . . .
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A Review of Sign and Breath: Voice and the Literary Tradition What is poetry? What is voice? These are the questions that editors Philip Brady and Shanta Lee ask in Sign and Breath: Voice and the Literary Tradition, a wide-ranging new poetic anthology published by Etruscan Press. Sign and Breath features 49 . . .
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and know: the clouds don’t know about the rain,and the water doesn’t know about the leavesfrom which it beats the music, rhythms, language —from Arno Bohlmeijer’s translation of “Become,” by Esther Jansma, Vol 66 Issue 3 (Fall 2025) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.“The Intruder,” Encounter Magazine, UK . . .
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Where it’s fall not winter spring not summer cool not cold –Chris Thile As we turn from the warmth to the cool-ness of autumnal days, from our Köl-sches and pilsners and lightIPAs, try this flightOf white Belgians. Delight In their mellowness, variant glowsThat their bright cloudiness can bestow.Equinoctial weatherBrings flavors togetherTo pause . . .
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Gimena recognized two things. One: her neighbors meant no real harm, that they were merely bored, and an element of drama, no matter how false, was too juicy to deny; and two: she would turn into an ugly, bitter, unrecognizable version of herself if she stayed amongst them. —from J. Nevada’s “What . . .
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