“I slid my hand down and clasped the small pair of tweezers I’d placed in my pocket before leaving for work that morning. […] A recent habit of mine. Big or small, holding a solid object put my mind at ease—as if its hardness was preparing me for something.”—from The Lake, by Kang . . .
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In the country, I could be better. I could learn to weave baskets and identify edible plants. I could learn to sew, to sing, to wear my hair in loose braids that tickle my bare shoulders. Believe me, I know how it sounds. I know my reasons for wanting this life seem . . .
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Leila Chatti’s collection Figment is out now with Bull City Press. Her poem “Still Life with Hemorrhage” was published in MR Vol. 58, Issue 3. MR Poetry Editor Franny Choi’s latest collection, The World Keeps Ending, and the World Goes On, is out now from Ecco/HarperCollins. “Blessing the Exoskeleton” the latest collection from Andrew Hemmert is out now . . .
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In California, in a dumpster, a rattler layhalf-coiled atop a grease-soaked pizza box, half-cloaked by yesterday’s news.It was no friend of mine, the snake, though, to tell the truth, in such repose, no enemyeither.—from “It’s Never Just a Snake,” Vol. 63, Issue 3 (Fall 2022) Tell us about one of the . . .
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Ambahy—konantitra, I cannot comprehend this power that you wield. . . The power of death’s morbid attraction, of the will to turn toward anarchy, toward a world where nothing is sacred anymore, where nothing has more power than its own form . . . I do not know. Intense desire for emancipation . . .
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She’s sure she can’t be dreaming, becuase she can feel Nora’s hand on hers. The touch is light, barely there, but the cold bracelt is enough to bring her into the morning, back into the colorless room.“Aunt Peggy,” Nora whispers. “You’re having a bad dream.” The tops of Nora’s fingersgraze her forearm, . . .
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Emma Boldens’ latest poetry collection, The Tiger and the Cage, is out with Soft Skull Press. Two of Emma’s poems were published in MR Volume 59, Issue 3. Catherine Ciepiela’s translations of Polina Barskova’s Living Pictures is out with New York Review Books. Catherine’s translations of Barskova were published in the spring issue of MR . . .
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It is not insistent. It is not desperately clinging to the is, the are. It is familiar with the dusk.(I write, “It is familiar with the dusk,” words.) It does not call Do you believe, do you believe.—from “A Meadowlark in Arrow Rock, Mo.” Volume 63, Issue 3 (Fall 2022) Tell us about . . .
Read MoreIn this full-day event, the morning session focused on collective commemoration of the life of Jules Chametzky–the teacher, mentor, scholar, family man, and activist. The proceedings open with a poem written for the occasion, read by its author, Martín Espada. Memories from family members follow, and then those of friends. The morning . . .
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O Germany, thank you for beerThat we relish this time of the year.A Sober October?My dears, that’s a NoperWith so many brews to revere! Oktoberfest Märzens are fine,As are Festbiers if you’re so inclined.Yet there’s more than these stylesFor us Germanophiles—And for you I have sampled these kinds. 1Foam-headed, light-bodied, and darkIs . . .
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