The Brooklyn Review BIPOC Mentorship Contest The Brooklyn Review is holding a contest to offer mentorship to BIPOC writers of Poetry and Fiction. All work submitted to the competition will be considered for publication. One winner from each genre will receive mentorship for three months, the inclusion of their work […]
In the market near your flat, the fish are still partially alive when you buy them. The yellow-aproned woman calls you over, gesturing to the croaker, the red snapper—“so fresh! I’ll give it to you for 35 dollars!”—with blood on their gelatinous eyes, their snouts, leaking or twitching all over […]
I first became familiar with Shaqayeq Ahmadian’s work after I found her page on Instagram one night in 2018. Since then, I have followed her development as an artist and we have become friends, bonding over the experience of being young women working in creative fields; however, because she lives […]
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hi hello my name is sarah yes there are three other girls in my troupe named sarah yes I hate it yes I know hate is a very strong word would you like to buy troupe 98 candy from me so I can win the big blue excaliber mountain bike would you like to buy something?
Award-winning Tibetan writer and filmmaker, Pema Tseden, makes a stop in NYC along his US tour to discuss his English-language debut, Enticement: Stories of Tibet.
Onstage: Two porthole windows suspended in space.
Also, at least one wall (if not all of the walls) is completely covered by dark fabric that stretches from floor to ceiling.
The fabric flutters and ripples every now and again.
Back and On Down Okay so I’d buried her body in a shallow graveand told mom we couldn’t go back to the cabinbecause I’d never fed the dog & let it die but it wasthe woman. And had struck her. With shovel maybe.A tussle. Thinking you know when you molest […]
Everyone seemed stuck or silenced that summer, nobody’s T-shirt with the right slogan, the news shifting so fast, you couldn’t keep up with the latest outrage, & one person’s outrage was another’s fact, […]
Stella Santamaría is a Latina Poet that lives in the San Francisco Bay Area. Stella is the author of In Between Spaces-Miami, and she has poems in Cathexis Northwest Press, Pennsylvania English, The Bohemian, and forthcoming in Juked. Currently, she is pursuing an MFA in Poetry at Saint Mary’s College of […]
I woke up to a loud rapping at the door. It was my landlord again, looking for the rent. It was the middle of the month and he’d been at this for days. Every few hours he’d bang away, screaming his head off. I’d let him get it out of […]
Hurricane Diane will be performed at the New York Theater Workshop from February 6-March 10, 2019. Tickets are available for purchase here. __________ Lights. With a great wind, the god appears. DIANE I have returned, and it begins. DIANE is a butch charm factory, with that combination of swagger and […]
Nervous Break National Guard units have mobilizedOn a syndicated game show. Today Contestants shoot up a dental labWith machine guns. I can feel it burn. Through the power of suggestion aloneWe see the quantity of fried chicken grow. I got here and there were 700 people in line.Massive liquidity courtesy […]
I am twenty-four years old and I have lived for less than fourteen days. I have never seen the woman I am about to meet but she knows me intimately. What am I? Apparently he enjoyed these kinds of riddles, which is to say I enjoy them, or I should; […]
Ten Theories 1 The street ends in a dead end, a space removed. Air currents flow around it. Fading gravity. You, inside, at least in theory. It takes a lot of bulbs to light the world. 2 I arrived before too early. I remember your birthmark. Now it’s no longer […]
Another thing Sheridan has never gotten used to about Ross is his expressionless sex face. He’s almost soundless, too, but that’s par for the course: guys rarely make much noise except when a few beers have featured (uh-UH-I’m gonna co-o-ome!). The exception was the one who’d moaned and bucked like […]
my God says it’s not in my job description to stay clean. hygiene is monetized farce. a trick to keep soap & rehab & the church & conscience & your silence in business. i scrub my own tongue hard to a shiny silence. a bad childhood stuttering cannot be blamed. […]
ONE The sinkhole appeared without warning one night, opening up at the end of our driveway as if to swallow us whole. Anderson and I bought the house—a run-down Victorian in upstate New York—in the hopes of restoring it ourselves, but the plain truth was that it was in even […]
Katherine Gibbel grew up in Brooklyn, New York. Her writing has been published in or is forthcoming from Bat City Review, The Bennington Review, Guesthouse, Tin House Online, and elsewhere. She has received fellowships from the Vermont Studio Center and the Iowa Writers’ Workshop, where she received her MFA in […]
The Man With Blue Eyes i. legs like birch trunks stripped white by winter ginseng root toes mangled from wear chest scarred the color of wheat fields but he smears like wet ink when we touch ii. we celebrate the harvest moon forgetting to mourn the death of summer launched […]
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