Travis Nichols considers the smothering landscape of American creativity in the wake of the final performance of one of its most vibrant icons, Prince.
Jeff T. Johnson
“To the extent the book is every book, the book is every book the book may be.” New poetry by Jeff T. Johnson.
Devin Kelly on addiction, rehab, family, faith, and growing up in the church as the son of an addict.
“Wake in the dead middle of the night to your lover’s eyes feeling like they’re on fire.” New short fiction by August Evans.
Scott Creney’s a parent to a small child and still listens to more music than most of us. His roundup of the highlights and lowlights of last month’s releases includes new sounds by Santigold, DIIV, Porches, Teen, and more.
Sarah Rose Etter
Calling Susan Bernofsky from an office conference room to discuss Jenny Erpenbeck, Robert Walser, witch-dom, stealth gloss, and the general state of translation today.
“Some improv against. Cut between the austere and the dipshit in us and it’s not accidental.” A new long poem by Brett Price, via late spring poetry editor Ed Steck.
Amy McDaniel visits the longest running prison rodeo in United States, the Angola Prison Rodeo at the Louisiana State Pen, and comes away thinking about authenticity, exploitation, and America.
“Light lingering in the brown scuffs and sparkles, brown smoke lit by beige fire is not vision, has no range, no distinction, a sensory frottage of no more than what sparkles are directly impressed upon the surface of the eyes.” New text from John Trefry.
Andrew Duncan Worthington
Andrew Worthington catches up with Oscar d’Artois on clickbait, Rimbaud, his book Teen Surf Goth, and much more.