The Woman’s up in the treehouse, The Stranger can’t go back to work until he makes sure The Girl is alright, and The Girl just wants to bury her brain. She’s great at playing, she knows, but she’d be better if her brain didn’t make her say things.
Issue 34: Editor’s Note | Jivin Misra
This editor’s note was included in our print issue, published in May 2019
Two Poems | Tobi Kassim
Your Daily Mixed it’s okay the aggregators have mademany mixes for me in my father’scloud i am algorithmically relatable. there’s some familiar stepsand setlists to the ways i’m finallyreducible. impossible to resist i’ll itchto let it play automatically. be knowable for days. i […]
Work Vacation | Joe Eichner
Things were changing around the office. We had to adapt, they said, to high velocity change in the marketplace. Rapid innovation was necessary. Customer experience paramount. Engaged employees a must. All of us a part of something, all of us human beings. They brought in a ping pong table. Put […]
An Interview | Susan Choi on Adolescence, Memory, and the World of Arts Education
Susan Choi’s new novel Trust Exercise, a National Book Award Finalist, is a brilliant, inventive, and deeply thought-provoking exploration of the ways in which we tell our stories and the inherent tensions between individual and collective experience.
Two Poems | Margaret Wright
Margaret Wright works, walks, and writes in Brooklyn, NY. She has received a Martin A. Dale Fellowship from Princeton University and a Monson Arts residency.
WOUND/INTERNET | Ally Harris
By which a man possesses or enters silence. Sometimes to be a hunter to language, his animal loneliness a blood ivy, sentient & oracular & a stalk’s clean break, soft and audible. Sequestered in water, attended but also severed, aroused. Heady as droplets on moss after drought, a man squeezes […]
Excerpt from The Call-out | Cat Fitzpatrick
from The Call-out Fortunate autumn. September rushesOver our heads. Migrating flocksOf warblers, jays, petrels, thrushes,Come, then leave. The equinox,When the sun aligns with the equator,Passes. The dawns start coming later,The sunsets sooner. The sudden rainsDon’t last for long. The warmth remains.Goldenrod blooms, and even the rosesAre hanging on, this late in […]