This special feature includes poems, artwork, and an interview.
Alexis White grew up in beautiful, rainy, muddy, green Northwest Oregon. At the time of her death, she was about to receive her Masters of Fine Arts in Poetry from Oregon State University. In the closing line of an essay, she wrote that she was sitting on her back deck, which overlooked a wooded region near the edge of Corvallis […]
It’s the wide range of readers and voices—famous poets and high school kids, trolls and scholars, churls and mensches, with insight and blather—that appeals to me. This interview is a follow-up to our 2011 interview, in which we discussed the author’s long-standing work at Slate. It’s a pleasure to speak with you again, Robert! Since we last talked, the “Classic […]
Knots Franz Schubert: Sonatinas for violin in A minor and G minor, D 385 and D 408 On a March day on the way from Graz to Vienna listening to Schubert’s sonatinas, remembered as the previous sound of halfhearted desire, which I wished would awaken once more from the sleep of its surrender. The themes were once unbroken, simple […]
Helwig Brunner holds degrees in classical music and biology. His work has been published in numerous literary magazines and anthologies in Europe and elsewhere (e.g. New European Poets, Graywolf Press, 2008; Four Way Review, No Man’s Land, and The Adirondack Review). Brunner has published nine books of poetry (most recently Die Sicht der Dinge: Rätselgedichte, edition keiper, 2012) and some […]
I have been haunted and now so will you. Out of this threat of ghosts, Dan O’Brien creates a new mythology in War Reporter. In this collection of poems, he explores the experience of loss shared between fictionalized versions of himself and Paul Watson, a Pulitzer Prize-winning photographer. As the reader observes their struggle through loss, she becomes a silent […]
Includes original artwork by Mel Chin.
Please Do Not Use This Toilet (if possible) Did you hear about the man who swallowed a yo-yo? Some clodhopper down in Garfield Park. Real classy guy. The butcher said to my father, if he’s havin’ girl problems, I feel bad for your son, before handing over thirty links of venison sausage. There’s a sign on the busted toilet. Magnavox […]
They would scarce strip naked, this phenomenon of scattering, neither creation nor destruction of radiant energy, a change in distribution, an absolute vacuum, even in substances which are perfectly pure, such covering represented, in those who were compelled; there was madness beyond this, an idea of distracted humour, the pain of hunger, remote in the desert, that nameless city, crumbling […]