In the Studio
By Visual Art Issue 111
I’m crowdsourcing these skills from local weavers and the older women in my family—my grandmothers and aunts—who are now scattered all over the world. They’re sharing stories of various such beds they’d woven or inherited and sending videos and patterns over WhatsApp.
Read MoreThou (a feather)
By Poetry Issue 111
I have carried down the city of you / the continent the fields of corn the fields of you
Read MoreThou (the well)
By Poetry Issue 111
I have carried down the city of you / the continent the fields of corn the fields of you
Read MoreThe Bay
By Poetry Issue 111
Five thousand miles of wind and unbounded / / main arrested and framed as a square— / something the size of something / / knowable, even known.
Read MoreSmall
By Fiction Issue 111
After Don dried his eyes again, he felt one last burst of laughter, then calm. His mother and Viv felt it, too. Their faces relaxed. Finally, trouble left them and there was more to see.
Read MoreSelf-Portrait with a Stranger’s Baby
By Poetry Issue 111
Who would just leave a baby Jesus out / In their front lawn for anyone to take?
Read MoreHouse with Many Rooms
By Poetry Issue 111
One recalls the depths of shadow, / The uncertain elsewhere of each room, / Dust like stellar remnants drawn together.
Read MoreLike Jesus in a Dead Man’s Float
By Fiction Issue 111
He plunged into more and different living beings beneath the river’s surface, also uncaring. Almost-blind fishes swimming between reeds, above rusted cans and keys and teeth and bones.
Read MoreDooryard, Shaker Dwelling House
By Poetry Issue 111
Here flints / / sleep next to tinder, matches near the stove.
Read MoreEternal City, Soldiers Goosestep through Your Ivory Gates
By Poetry Issue 111
How many forms can the wind take? / A paper bag, a dying voice, a limping stray.
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