“Sometimes I’ll wake up in a fright and the words SO WAS I appear to be spelled in blood on my bedroom walls. SO WAS I has become a mantra for all my failures past and present.” Fiction by Derick Dupre.
“Once, I typed all of my secrets into an anonymous Internet survey. After I was done typing them, I pressed ‘send.’ Who, I wonder, was the recipient of my shame?” Claire Donato with a moving personal essay, inspired by Cigarettes After Sex’s “Affection.” Art by Sara Jimenez.
Lily Rose Kosmicki
“the rhinoceros graveyard is rife with horns / the living gather to roll over the bones” Poetry by Lily Rose Kosmicki.
Jeff T. Johnson
The 11th installment of Jeff T. Johnson’s Book Album Book takes a look at Jordan Peele’s uncanny Us.
Joseph Rathgeber reflects on how the career high point of winning an NEA grant spiraled into a neurotic abyss of self-doubt and rejection amid a hyper-competitive field of literary hopes and dreams.
“I stayed on the dirt road, keeping watch, suppressing my laughter when she ran from the lake with her arms full of wet flowers.” Fiction by Sarah Walker.
“He went down to the basement and found his body lying in a pool of blood.” Three very short stories by Alejandro Badillo. Translated by Toshiya Kamei.
Juliet Escoria spoke with Randal O’Wain about Escoria’s debut novel, Juliet the Maniac, discussing autofiction, addiction, youth, and including a soundtrack straight from 1999.
A friend of Borges, and a massive force within the history of twentieth century Argentine poetics, Oliverio Girondo’s avant-garde language-play finds fabulous new life in Open Letter’s translation by Rachel Galvin & Harris Feinsod. Joseph Houlihan reviews.
“Fantasy is a train where no one knows where they are going and they are all shouting as if they are surprised by the movement though they’d been counting on the movement the entire time or else they would not have boarded a train.” Fiction by Kate Jayroe.