Five Poems

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Telling Grandma Stories At the end of Grandma Esther’s cul-de-sac, summer moon found me coins. Mexican money—round plata imbedded in roots. How do our hands find themselves soiled? Old man bursts through screen door, barking ¿Qué haces? I should have grabbed two handfuls of dirt and run. Instead, Grandma’s pursed lips, unsure if mentiroso is… [more]

Drop-Menu Scheduling Calendar with Only One Black-Out Date

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When he took me out with his people, you could see he was ashamed of me. The next youngest guy there was twenty years older than I. Observe the parent bird strangely urging her babies from the nest. The poet’s eye is a mother bird, and the tears are jumping off his cheeks! Come, Corydon,… [more]

Surface Tension

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        Evan Paul English was born in Meridian, Idaho. He received his BFA from University of Arizona, and earned his MFA from Pratt Institute in 2016. He has exhibited work across the United States, recently had a solo exhibition at NAPOLEON Gallery in Philadelphia, showcased work at The Boiler | Pierogi in… [more]

Three Poems

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come to the edge, the edge (a poem to dad) i have followed myself to a hotel balcony in switzerland and i still can’t decide whether to take on that new editing project. and i can’t figure out how to think about memory. do you think we were the wood and wrought iron bench outside… [more]

In Divers Fashion

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I sat in a hot tub late one wedding And weathered falling branches Like a thing that could transcend me But that I could still carry If I had to go. The tub was Like an endless conversation about authenticity No more than two feet deep. And you thought you were diving. But if you’d… [more]

The Tower

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The Psychedelic Tragedy of the Donner Party CHAPTER III Winter The Five of Coins   (Gale-force winds blow, swallowing sound and blasting snow across rock.  Everything is an endless field of white.)   (From the whiteness emerge a few dark shapes.  They yell at each other.)   Stanton: I CAN’T SEE!   Eddy: WHAT?!  … [more]

Three Collages

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        James Scales lives and works in New York City’s oldest house. His visual art has appeared in The Birds We Piled Loosely and Sinker Cypress Review. His poetry has appeared in Sinker Cypress Review, Go Places, and Cadenza Magazine, and is forthcoming in Yes Poetry. He graduated with an MFA from… [more]

Review: Skeleton Coast by Elizabeth Arnold

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Skeleton Coast (Flood Editions) opens with an epigraph from George Herbert’s 17th century poem, “The Temper (I).” Herbert’s poem recounts his soul’s ecstasy and anguish, begging of God, “rack me not to such a vast extent,” but, in the stanza Elizabeth Arnold quotes, Herbert submits to God’s torture: “Stretch or contract me thy poor debtor:/This… [more]

Brent, Bandit King

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    Before you is a vast stretch of [Wasteland], a brown crust specked with defiant green. Warped skeletons of cars lie beside what passes for roads after the nuclear event. You take your first steps into the world. You have a [Pistol] in your hand: handmade, makeshift, of tubes and wood. The other [Facilitators]… [more]

5 Poems

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Why I Don’t Ride a Fixed Gear I walked down 51st street in the dark, the heat – a soft bodied wrestler, surrendering. I thought of us on bicycles, of myself on a bicycle. At the stoplight the full moon was as big and brief as Arkansas – Jack and Charlie, knee deep in the… [more]

A Time of Unsettling

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          Christine Labban is a visual artist from Beirut, Lebanon. She received her MA in photography from LUCA School of Arts, Brussels Belgium. She engages photography and digital art with a desire to capture and portray the mundane from her own perspective.

Spider Monkey Got a Haircut

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Spider monkey got a haircut. He sat down in the haircut chair. I say to my kid: At the first sight of tears, Your petition is denied. An owl nurse came in with a speech impediment. She couldn’t say what she wanted. The mouse put on the helmet. The inside was little boxes. Clear glass… [more]

Your Day

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From Preludes, a musical fantasia set in the hypnotized mind of Sergei Rachmaninoff. Dave Malloy is a composer/writer/performer/sound designer. He has written eleven musicals, including Natasha, Pierre & The Great Comet of 1812, an electropop opera based on War & Peace headed to Broadway this fall. Other shows include Ghost Quartet, a song cycle about… [more]

Lessons from the Salmon

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They could not shut them, elephant feet not my own, no, not you either like a reindeer these belong to a higher order, poor Edda before the butterfly in the mirror able only to recognize home in its reflection, material, not moral elements, yes trout but what about salmon? I loved you and you just… [more]

“Myrtle-Wyckoff” and others

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“Myrtle-Wyckoff” “Ridgewood” “New Haven Amtrak Station” “Rockaways” Derek Saffe is an Argentine photographer. Raised in Miami, he moved to NYC as punishment for growing up in a tropical paradise. He takes his sartorial cues from his grandmother and his eye for images from his mother. 

The Radical

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Three times Bogdân Ŗžič has refused to debate me. I have challenged him in print and in several public forums, and tonight, I will challenge him again, in person, during the lecture he is giving at Columbia University, and I will make him confront his own traitorousness to the leftist revolutionary cause. How can anyone… [more]

“My Schedule” and “Public Library”

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  My Schedule   I clean out the fridge and scrub the stove. My mom keeps saying you have no idea how happy this makes me so I leave   for New York for like a week and for instance on the train these girls ask a guy if they passed Times Square already  … [more]

“Grizzly Peak” and “First Day”

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Grizzly Peak shows Mount Diablo in the distance: the last time they think a grizzly killed a man was 1865, Strawberry Canyon. This was also the last reported sighting. The dregs of that canyon’s creek slices Berkeley campus. They killed the biggest ever found in California in Valley Center earlier that decade. 1868, the UC… [more]

So The Pretty Roommate Dies

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It happens. People die and their rent checks bounce. Not because their mortal records, checking accounts and all, are suddenly stricken from existence the moment the voltage overwhelms their hearts, but because they’re generally sloppy with money and that last check was always going to bounce anyway. Not to mention your favorite mug, the one… [more]

“The Takes”

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2016, 48″ x 48″, oil on canvas. Heather Keton has been painting since childhood, when she was gifted a class in landscape oil painting and realized that combining birch trees and fireworks makes people uncomfortable. She attended the School of the Art Institute of Chicago where she focused on writing, bookmaking and lithography. Her return… [more]

The Unfinished Eye

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The Unfinished Eye Written and designed by STEPHEN KAPLIN, Based on artwork and texts by EVE KAPLIN. First performed at Arts at St. Ann’s, Brooklyn, 1998. Direction and Puppet Design: STEPHEN KAPLIN Lighting, Sets and Sound: BILL BRADFORD Costumes: JANE CATHERINE SHAW Stage consists of two screens. Large Rear Projection screen is Stage left. A… [more]

Heartsease

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The chin is civil. Boring hair worms through a chuck, or doesn’t. Ingrown whiskers wrestle. The worth of a weevil depends. Inured evil, as an enterprise, shills. Even the upright magistrate curves through a telescope, which is his beaten wife. Indoors his tight glands, a boy’s hands cup an oblong rowanberry or bury a row… [more]

Lean Away

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Review: ‘After Birth’ by Elisa Albert. In 2013, there were murmurs of a new feminist manifesto emboldening women across the nation, reviving a stalled second-wave feminism. You might have heard it whispered by the women leaving book club meetings, heard it from the lips of Sheryl Sandberg herself, heard it from its weeks atop the… [more]

Phaethon Apparatus

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MAC WELLMAN’s recent work includes 3 2’s; or AFAR at Dixon Place in October 2011, The Difficulty of Crossing a Field (with composer David Lang) at Montclair in the fall of 2006 (and elsewhere more recently), and 1965 UU for performer Paul Lazar, and directed by Stephen Mellor at the Chocolate Factory in the fall… [more]

“thralldom” and “enemy”

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thralldom brain braid. of purple flower. she to the wickerwork. of fern. pine bark. hello you deaths. so brain beat. trusted lavender. to throb. she with sweat. her hours with chins. haircuts. triangle mouth out. peninsula and her one finger. on the leaf. ear to the ground. other in the sky. fill with rain water…. [more]

“All Colors Change”

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          Brian Russ is a photographer, musician, writer and teacher who has been living in Brooklyn for the past 11 years. He has played music in over 80 different venues in New York City, exhibited photos in several galleries over the years here and continues to teach middle children how to discover and pursue their inner passions. … [more]

No One to Miss

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She may remember how the air sounds, late in the morning, once a bird has stopped singing and gone away. She might consider her own stillness—or how the bedroom, in a way, has become empty. Her fingers, gathered together softly, are somewhat in the position of a hand holding a pen, which makes it seem… [more]

Roland Flint

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Excerpted from a longer work. Grant us that we’re Roland Flint and that we’re not; Yet who remembers Roland Flint? And who will Remember him tomorrow? Mark Vinz, it’s true, Marked Flint, remembered and was Roland Flint. But     What was it he remembered? In A poem he sees himself as Roland Flint, which makes sense,… [more]

“Untitled”

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Thomas Gillaspy is a northern California photographer with an interest in urban minimalism. His photography has been featured in numerous magazines including the literary journals: Compose, DMQ Review and Citron Review.

Someone Someone Someone

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Someone: I don’t remember how the yellow rods were positioned. Walking shadow. I had to be pulling on the wheels, one after another. Two points of lighter color on a black rectangle define the mouth of the curve. Two weights: one weight breathing, one weight returning to a pile of dirt on a pile of… [more]

Letter From the Editor

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Since Allen Ginsberg, John Ashberry, Jonathan Baumbach and the students of the Brooklyn College MFA program founded The Brooklyn Review, we have been a place of continual evolution, growth and experimentation. While we originally focused on the poetry, prose and performance pieces of our own students, we soon expanded to include exceptional new writing from… [more]

That would be a chance to meet someone new

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Excerpted from a longer work. That is why, the distance eliminated, something one carries rotates around a radial axis in front of the chest, this along the exterior wall, disappearing out of sight I will bring her her bag, extracting in a way with my hand even amounts What that partition is now—it might never… [more]

“Untitled”

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Kenneth Faith is currently pursuing a MFA in Painting from Brooklyn College after graduating from the College of Charleston with a degree in Studio Art in 2013.

Buckshot: A Rashomon

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CAST (IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE) KATHY ACKER THE BENGAL TIGER QUEENY NEWSCASTER ROGER THE CAMERAMAN JOE, ROGER’S BROTHER, AN ACTOR, AN APE, A TOTAL FUCK-UP AUTISTIC MOMMY COMMUNITY COLLEGE PROFESSOR TERRY THOMPSON, OWNER/PROPRIETOR, ZANESVILLE WILDLIFE EXPERIENCE DEAD LLAMA AUTISTIC SONNY   KATHY ACKER THE BENGAL TIGER “I’M GONNA DIE. Coming Outside.” I wrote these two… [more]

“Fields”

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Brian Michael Barbeito, a resident of Ontario, Canada, is a writer and landscape photographer. Recent work appears at Fiction International and The Tishman Review.

Migration

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Something was up that week so Cass wasn’t surprised when she opened the fridge and heard an egg scream. Cass was there for a snack, but she was open to dialogue. The egg, the size of her fist, said, “I think it’s time you met my mother.” “Mother?” asked Cass, startled by the forwardness of… [more]

An Interview with Wells Tower

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From the archives: Evelyn Spence talks with Wells Tower. Does fiction begin with the story or the sentence? Pick up any Wells Tower story, and the first thing that jumps off the page is the language: It’s in turns dazzling, tight, comic, and dark. In “The Brown Coast,” a house is “broken out in pediments… [more]

Memoirs of a Post-Analyzed Self

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 Review: ‘Adult Onset’ by Ann-Marie MacDonald.   A small crowd assembled at the back of Brooklyn’s BookCourt store to hear acclaimed Canadian author Ann-Marie MacDonald read from her third novel, “Adult Onset.” It was a small enough group—mostly long-time devotees of MacDonald’s first two novels, the 1996 Oprah’s Book Club pick “Fall on Your Knees”… [more]

Silently Gathering Force

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Trinidad Escobar is a poet, cartoonist, and educator from the Bay Area, California. Her poetry and visual art have been featured in various publications such as Rust & Moth, The Walrus, Red Wheelbarrow, Solo Cafe, Mythium, Tayo, Maganda Magazine, the anthologies Walang Hiya, Over the Line, Kuwento, and more. Trinidad has been a guest artist… [more]