Fiction

Mon Jan 14 2013 A Bad Year for Apples by CJ Hauser We had chickens, mostly. I didn’t think I could milk a cow. Brett said “Sure you can,” so there was Read more...	Mon Jan 14 2013 Akh Joon by Dina Nayeri I feel tricked. Sometimes it seems that you think you fell out of an elephant’s nose and that I’m Read more...	Mon Jan 14 2013 Heaven by Alexander Chee Ed pretends he knows what it means when his brother says, “She hates the taste of it.” They are in Read more...
Mon Jan 14 2013 Needles by Tara Ison They’re in Needles for the night. At least, that was the plan. But Rick had shut his cell phone off Read more...	Mon Jan 14 2013 School by Jo McKendry Mrs. Gillespie and my mother are having a glass of sherry in the sitting room and don’t want to be Read more...	Mon Jul 16 2012 The Entire City by Travis Kurowski 1. Plaster A few months ago, my father died. In 1986, when he was thirty-two years old—the year I Read more...
Mon Jul 16 2012 The Fourth Man by Bryan Hurt It means nothing to me. I have no opinion about it, and I don’t care. Pablo Picasso, on news of the Read more...	Mon Jul 16 2012 The Treehouse by Anthony Tognazzini I don’t yet know what this is about, or if there’s a master plan, but since I am by nature romantic Read more...	Mon Jan 16 2012 A Trail of Shadows by Boubacar Boris Diop Translated from French into English by El Hadji Moustapha Diop I I get out of bed early in Read more...

The Moving Face (for Roger Ebert)

The first time I ever really thought about Roger Ebert it was because I knew he was warm, dry, and celebrating and I was cold, wet and furious. It was January 2005 in Chicago, and unsurprisingly it was snowing on me and members of Not Dead Yet as we staged a protest outside the Union League Club, surrounded by a row of news trucks.
On the Early English Essay: An Experimental Array

"Essay" enters into English untamed.
The Facts of the Matter

Here is how it happened: The door to the suite was open that night when I walked past and saw her splayed across a couch, one foot on the floor, one leg hooked over an arm rest.
Excerpt from Office Girl

On that Monday at the end of January, Jack Blevins, a questionable young man of twenty-five, rides his blue bicycle beneath the flurry, with tape recorder in hand.

Douglas Foster: Interview

"We’re quite rightfully concerned by the level of unemployment in the United States and the ways people were devastated by the financial crisis of 2008, but in the circumstances people face in a place like South Africa, 10 percent unemployment would be heaven."
Stephen Elliott: Interview

“We all change; the things you want from writing, at a certain age, become different from the things you want later. I’ve avoided any obligations, and I still live like a child. I don’t have a wife and kids. I’m on my own. It’s a choice.”
B.J. Hollars: Interview

"Blurring the Boundaries was inspired by my own frustration with facts."
Karen Rigby: Interview

My poetry won’t suit everyone. It has been described as dense; I’m aware of that response, so I wouldn’t say “I hope everyone reads it.”

The Game of Boxes by Catherine Barnett

At the heart of this collection, Barnett’s second, is an engagement with Kant’s idea of the sublime, namely that the self experiences both terror and dread in the face of the infinite—whether death or, as the Romantics understood it, the implacable force of Nature.
Whatever is Contained Must be Released: My Jewish Orthodox Girlhood, My Life as a Feminist Artist, by Heléne Aylon

The memoir, like the artist herself, swerves between cutting-edge installation art, the ancient passages of the Bible, and centuries-old Jewish law and tradition.
The Walls Behind the Curtain: East European Prison Literature, 1945-1990 edited by Harold B. Segel

This fascinating book, edited by Prof. Harold B. Segel of Columbia University, presents a rich sampling of writings by people imprisoned in the jails of the former Eastern European Soviet colonies...
Love: An Index by Rebecca Lindenberg

In 2009 the poet Craig Arnold disappeared on the remote Japanese island Kuchinoerabujima, while hiking near a volcano. Though Japanese authorities searched for days, Arnold was never found. Rebecca Lindenberg, his partner of six years, has now written Love: An Index, a meditation on their love and her loss of him.