“The fragmentary configuration of the book reflects the complicated, mysterious nature of life itself and the profound complexity of feeling that results from being human.”
“…thoughts collide and overlap haphazardly and demonstrate the difficulty of navigating the vast and contradictory timescales of the geological, historical, and personal. Olson’s thoughts and feelings about the deep past and the immediate present stack up on top of each other.”
by BENJAMIN PAGE Each morning, provided the weather is right, I take my coffee onto the terrace to survey the West Lawn. I glance at the pond by the eastern redbud trees, the ivy growing along the rotunda. I listen … Continued
by SUSAN COMNINOS after William Wordsworth’s “Nuns Fret Not” Within the sonnet’s scanty plot of ground someone sings off-tune. Someone’s plotted novel flips off-road. Someone’s plot to leave a neutral town — paved over, by shift in plot to … Continued
Winner of the Backwaters Prize in Poetry, Skin Memory persuasively examines personal tragedy to provoke readers to question the interactions between nature and human invention.
Rodrigues Fowler’s story is compelling, not only because of her ability to tell an interesting tale, but because of the techniques she uses in her writing to approximate life as it is lived and processed.
by Terri Fabel Gwendolyn turned sideways in front of the mirror and checked her stomach. Flat. Good. She slipped her feet into the open-toed sandals that stood in the middle of the room and turned around to check her rear. … Continued
by Amar Benchikha I am sixteen, Leonora seventeen, both of us unmarried. And because we live with our respective families, we meet regularly in an abandoned little shack to share intimate moments. Neither one of us has any real interest … Continued
Autofiction lays bare what much literary fiction tries to mask: writers cannot help but draw on their experiences, what they know. They can do all the research in the world, but in the end, still, they are limited by what their own brains can create. Juliet’s mind betrayed her; she fought against it, tried to kill it—twice. And here she is, wrestling with it still, trying to make sense of it.
The sun generates (or, poetically speaking, “references”) forms, defined here in opposition to “representation.” For Selcer, the form is not fixed but is rather in a state of “becoming,” which can produce new relations.