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Our thirteenth issue includes poetry by Sandra Lim, Timothy Liu, Tomaž Šalamun (trans. Brian Henry), Pamela Alexander, Dimitri Psurtsev (trans. Philip Metres), Alina Ştefănescu, Jay Gao, Rachel Hadas, W.J. Herbert, Jan Beatty, Stella Wong, Tod Marshall, Adam Tavel, Shakeema Smalls, and more. Nonfiction by Emilio Carrero, Lesley Jenike, Jodie Noel Vinson and others. Fiction by Margot Singer, Shena McAuliffe, Andrés N. Ordorica, and others. Cover art by Tomashi Jackson.

She got out of bed and went over to the window. The old wooden frame was drafty, the panes opaque with frost. A polar vortex, the weatherman had called it. On the map, a magenta swirl stretched down from the Arctic like a giant hand. She breathed a hole. The Read more
It was a tricycle, abandoned in some weeds along the river, that prompted this story. In my first draft, I began with section 2, the theft of the trike, and concluded with section 1, the chronological beginning of the tricycle’s history and the saddest of the three sections. I suppose Read more
My mother, the poet, Rosemary Cappello, believed in the power of literary journals, and of poetry, to change the world. Of course she was a lover of books, inveterately so, but she reserved a special place on her shelves for literary journals where many voices, many moods commingle; where micro-communities Read more
In “Happiness is a Warm Gun (Summer 1969),” Norman and his brother Murray are learning the ropes of marksmanship at a Boy Scout camp with Tiger Darling, a former Marine, providing instruction.  The power dynamic on the shooting range plays as imagined with macho tension provided by Tiger sporting “paratrooper Read more
Ever since my father handed Neruda's Isla Negra, he has been one of my favorite poets. This used to be a much longer poem, then I started revising it for more than a month. You just can't avoid mentioning Neruda's romantic-erotic tendencies that are prevalent in his oeuvre, hence the Read more
The poem is not ekphrastic in nature. Instead, I wondered what it’d be like to call a poem after a made-up work of art, to pose as ekphrasis without actually being said. At the time I wrote the first draft of this poem in December 2016, I’d been seeing lots Read more