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Abstract: Whatever plans you think you got, you better get some others." An ominous bit of advice given, in Brendan McKennedy's "Deep River," to a young woman struggling to make a meaningful life as a millhand in 1920s North Carolina, it might well be the motto for the last three years, when we've had to pivot, accommodate, reimagine, reconfigure. It certainly rings true for the characters in this issue's fiction, who find themselves having to make all manner of unforeseen adjustments. In Joanna Pearson's "The Favor," a couple become the hosts to an unexpected houseguest at a time when they are questioning the boundaries of what makes a family. The narrator of Deepa Varadarajan's "How to Give a Best Man Toast" wrestles with ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: They were finishing up their small dinner party, just the four of them, when talk turned to nontraditional family structures."Shall I open another bottle of wine'" Andréa asked.Carla startled, moving her hand to cover her glass—abruptly, too abruptly. She was tired and found herself wishing to escape. In truth, she'd longed for some sort of rescue this whole time. But she and her husband, Rob, were hosting. It was their house. She was stuck."No, thank you, I'm fine.""It's too sweet, Shelly," Andréa chimed. "I told you to bring the Chilean red instead.""Oh, no, it's good," Carla protested. "I'm just a lightweight."Andréa worked with Rob and had become his close friend, the favorite of his colleagues, his work wife. ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: My uncle is an architect. From a prison in rural North Carolina, he sends letters stenciled with Corinthian columns, vaulted arcades, the stately domes of governmental buildings. Before his imprisonment he designed sets for local television productions, senior-living centers, and hotels. He lived for a year in Rome to study the masters of the golden proportion. He wrote back with stories about a melting church in Spain, which would take over one hundred years to complete and which was still in the process of being constructed—La Sagrada Familia—and how the builders spent their days in one of the spires, studying the plans from the original architect, Antonio Gaudí, trying to materialize them in the physical world. ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: Realism was never our right as citizens.We must acknowledge automatism in the production of works of art; however, I declare the automatism of inspiration, and not the automatism of impulse, as supreme.It is far too easy to be banal. I made something more solemn, more formidable, and it sprang forth from my superconsciousness.1My words could not exist more vividly than they did in my own head. My words were not beautiful by memory. My words were never beautiful because they called you to the beautiful things you saw, nor because they described beautiful things you could have seen. My words were only beautiful to themselves and could never allow for compromise.I wrote my life from created images, created situations ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: Minnie walks out along the lip of the falls. Halfway between the riverbanks she pauses and lets the cold water push against her feet and calves.The sun is sinking behind the mill upstream. The shadow spreads toward her like a blue solution poured into the current. ("I guess that's Naomi Mills," she said when they arrived, and Ezra, sheepish, as though recognizing the unseemliness of naming every commercial venture in town after the poor murdered girl, admitted yes, that is its name.)He hollers at her from the bank. Birches hang over the water, bone white beneath their flayed barks, dragging their fingers in the current, tangled with old fishing lures. He stands under them with his hands on his hips, grinning ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: Suppose, just for a day, a string were tied from lemming to lemming, from asp to adder as if we were making a giant necklace of life: cows next to crows behind pigs trailing garter snakes. And then we add the glitter of humanity—a trombonist here, a bead-maker there, a baker of croque monsieur—all part of a sculpture covering the lonely world and its underground tributaries. Too large to capture in an image, too awkward to house outside of nature. No tickets or lines or commercials: just this dragonfly eyeing this lynx eyeing this vole.You cling to the objects of your life: that bracelet, that vase, knowing there are no proper amulets for war, no talisman for damage control. Who are you to feel their lives so ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: Forty-five miles per hour on the viaduct, early-afternoon rush over train yards where newly uncoupled freight cars ride slowly down a slope to storage, I watched a car's hood, detached, rise up as if pulled by a string. The sedan slowed at first, then sped away from the fifteen square feet of steel on the road—Little speck, I forgot to sew you into my pocket. I swear we looked and looked and saw nothing where there should have been Something-You, flat layer of cells that lacked the code to build yourself a protective bubble. Invisible on the eerie gray crescent of the ultrasound, you peeled away at some point, lighter than a contact lens. I can think that but not say it without sorrow—and because of how the ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: When you are the groom's brother, you may be tempted to skip this step because you assume everyone knows exactly who you are and how you met the groom. But don't skip it. In fact, it is always a good idea to assure the audience that you bear the groom no ill will for being born first. Even though you suspect your parents have always preferred him—not just because he was their first but also because he has fucked up way less than you.Indeed, you don't just suspect this to be true but know it to be so because your parents have informed you many times that you are far more difficult than your brother and have asked you many times why you can't be more like your brother. And while you resent your parents for being ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: My last night in Caracas, I found myself standing in front of an open grave. Electronic music pulsed through the liquor-scented air. Next to me, a guy with a gun tucked in his pants shuffled and spun in place, all four limbs crisscrossing in rhythm. A woman dried the corners of her eyes while the rest of her body twerked to the beat. The last time I'd visited the cemetery, I'd been a little kid, terrified of dead ghosts. Now, as a so-called adult, it was easier to think of the dancing bodies around me as apparitions instead of real-life people completely unafraid of death."What's wrong'" Nacho yelled in my ear."Nothing," I said.My voice sounded bratty and very much like something was wrong, which only upset me ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: Can it fairly be called a game' We point toward any number of homes along a series of bayous as we navigate our urban core, repeating the same question over and over. There are no rules. There is no prize. Nor are there right or wrong answers. There's no beginning and no end.It started when she started childcare. She'd wake me up at five for two hours of feeding and entertaining before they even opened at seven, by which time I had nothing left but muscle memory, enough to lift her and strap her in, to operate the car. When I was anxious, when she was, as we often were about the upcoming separation, the game was a distraction during the short, slow ride those humid mornings, winding through the neighborhood. A last ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: anemoia (n.) — nostalgia for a time you've never known coined by John Koenig in The Dictionary of Obscure ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: The way my maternal grandmother died has always spooked me. She lived through a grimly numerical list of disasters—the First World War, the Third Reich, and the Second World War, not to mention the 1918 flu pandemic—only to die at the age of forty-five from a botched operation in a hospital in Cologne, Germany. Compared to what she'd survived, the cause of her death was almost anticlimactic.In 2005, I turned forty-five. I thought of my mother's mother often that year, more than I had since childhood. I was old enough to understand how brief and dangerous life could be, and, at forty-five, I had a husband, aging parents, a job, a house, and two growing children who needed my constant attention. Many a night the ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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Abstract: Rachel Abramowitz is the author of The Birthday of the Dead, winner of the 2021 Marystina Santiestevan Prize from Conduit Books, and the chapbooks The Puzzle Monster, winner of the 2021 Tomaž Šalamun prize (Factory Hollow Press), and Gut Lust, winner of the 2019 Burnside Review Prize (Burnside Review Press, 2020).Kazim Ali was born in the United Kingdom and has lived transnationally in the United States, Canada, India, France, and the Middle East. His books encompass multiple genres, including several volumes of poetry, novels, and translations. He is currently a professor of literature at the University of California, San Diego. His newest books are a volume of three long poems, The Voice of Sheila Chandra, and a ... Read More PubDate: 2023-03-17T00:00:00-05:00
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