29.1 - Winter/Spring 2017

Table of Contents

Authors in this issue: Jonathan Moody, Terese Svoboda, Cortney Lamar Charleston, Amy Meng, Erin Moure, Jason Bradford, Anzhelina Polonskaya, Geri Ulrey, Carrie Schneider and Adrienne Perry, Chet'la Sebree, Rajiv Mohabir, Mary Peelen, trans. Andrew Wachtel, Marina Abramovic, Sara June Woods, Vicente Alfonso, Ralph Angel, trans. George Henson, Friederike Mayröcker, Angie Cruz, Bethany Schultz Hurst, Mario Alberto Zambrano, Khadijah Queen, Leila Aboulela, Ross Wilcox, Michael Morse, Catherine Pierce, John Plueker, Christopher Stackhouse, Trans. J. Bret Maney, Kelly Sundberg, Barbara Hamby, Hadara Bar-Nadav, Guillermo Cotto-Thorner, Darrel Alejandro Holnes, Cassidy Norvell Thompson, Brandon Rushton, Beth Ann Fennelly, heather hughes, Molly McCully Brown, Tamar Halpern, Alex Lemon, Anne Cecelia Holmes, Lincoln Michel, Alessandra Lynch, Mike Alberti, Kristen Lowman, Danez Smith, Robin Coste Lewis, Donika Kelly, Steven Ramirez, Sheila Maldonado, Torrey Crim,

Editor's Note

Editor's Note

Our thirtieth anniversary issue is full of poetry and prose that connects to and interrogates the past. National Book Award winner Robin Coste Lewis speaks through time to the first African-American Arctic explorer Matthew Henson, "Thank you,…

Fiction

2016 Gulf Coast Prize Winner in Fiction: Destiny

Mike Alberti

Begin at end, at the beginning of a real winter, in the barn, up in the hayloft, alone. In Woods, Kansas, standing in the hayloft door, looking out across the bare December fields. Wrapped in a blanket but still cold, shivering. Quiet, cold,…

Non-Fiction

2016 Gulf Coast Prize Winner in Nonfiction:…

Cassidy Norvell Thompson

In Storm Lake, Iowa, a public park is home to the Living Heritage Tree Museum--an assemblage of historic trees. Not the trees who themselves witnessed history, but their descendants--grown from seedlings and cuttings from the original significant…

Poetry

2016 Gulf Coast Prize Winner in Poetry: Calisthenics

Brandon Rushton

All things are an effort to prolong the inevitable./ For example, my deep concern when the kids call/ top bunk it means they've acquired innuendo./ They'll get there, if they haven't already...

Fiction

Every Bride Deserves a New Dress

Angie Cruz

The first time Juan Ruiz proposed to me, I was eleven years old, skinny and flat chested. I was half asleep, my frizzy hair had burst out from the rubber-band holding it together and my dress was on backward...

Non-Fiction

6 Micro-memoirs

Beth Ann Fennelly

When I was a girl with a book in my hand I could go to a place so deep no one could follow. No one cared to, except my mother, an affectionate woman who smarted at her lack of companionship. She must have felt bereft to watch me sink beneath…

Poetry

peluche perdido / plushie lost (Disney Central…

Sheila Maldonado

there's an Elmo on the beast/ fuzzy red blurry/ atop the train/ traversing middle earth...

Poetry

ghosts of me

heather hughes

the ghosts of me sell bodies/ on the stairs || on the lake || in the snow/ lined up there || sidewalk-sale/ near-identical/ spectacle...

Fiction

Tropico en Manhattan (1951) | Manhattan Tropics…

Guillermo Cotto-Thorner, Trans. J. Bret Maney

GUILLERMO COTTO-THORNER was born in Puerto Rico in 1916 and migrated to New York City in 1938. In addition to publishing two novels, Manhattan Tropics (1951) and Gambeta (1971), Cotto-Thorner was a Spanish-language journalist, civic leader,…

Non-Fiction

Mates

Kelly Sundberg

One of the swans was murdered; he was stabbed in the night. Swans mate for life, so his mate grieved. She lay on the steps of the boardwalk that traced the pond, head bowed into her legs. Tourists approached her tentatively, threw breadcrumbs…

Poetry

Soap

Hadara Bar-Nadav

Always a threat/ of cleanliness// and its failure to purify...

Fiction

Sadiki

Kristen Lowman

Margaret and Kennar kicked back a lot with the other thirteen couples after their day's work was done: his, out on the massive Ghawar oil field; hers, folding laundry and wringing diapers and sometimes weeping in the linen closet, her head…

Poetry

Breaking Up with Pablo Neruda

Jonathan Moody

I'm tired of answering the phone/ at night only to have the wind/ hang up...

Fiction

Good Boy

Lincoln Michel

My father beat me with a lot of different things, but the thing I remember best was the hairdryer. My father loved that hair dryer. He used it every day. He had beautiful, flowing hair, much longer than my mother's...

Poetry

[This land is made of organic matters and rock]

John Plueker

The land is made of organic matters and rock and we are launching drills and bits deep into the wellbores. The flowback is rich with sediments, chemicals/ burn the land...

Poetry

The Cowherd's Son

Rajiv Mohabir

O Krishna, O flautist/ what thrill to wind another man's flute!/ To have fingers guide the air...

Art

Endorsement of Alternative 2, an avant-garde…

Carrie Schneider and Adrienne Perry

Not long before Donald Barthelme moved to New York and became known as one of the most exciting, innovative, and important writers of his time, he lived in his hometown of Houston and served as the director of the Contemporary Art Association,…

Art

Thomas McEvilley: Global Citizen

I never met Tom McEvilley face to face. Our personal acquaintance consisted of a few telephone conversations in the late 1980s or early 1990s. Somehow he learned that I had spent some time in India and called to ask if I would participate…

Poetry

When I saw Ochocinco I had to think about all…

Khadijah Queen

or lied about my feelings or calculated a response & why I mean why risk dismissal of a real self when you can create a façade one easily taken down & reconstructed why let people into your real house...

Non-Fiction

Spoons

"Is it hard?" I asked my childhood friend. I couldn't remember his name--the name of the baby she'd lost. I hadn't been close to her for years. Her arrival at the wilderness guard station where I worked as a river ranger for the Forest Service…

Fiction

An Inheritance of Violence: A Review of Ocean…

It's May 16, 2016, the 50th anniversary of the Chinese Cultural Revolution, and I am reading Ocean Vuong's Night Sky with Exit Wounds. In a recent NPR interview, Vuong explained that his new book is rooted in "what it means to be an American…