Troy James Weaver
“A crashing of glass, the candles and lamps out of flame, a voice like a whisper coming at me from all angles, then a light at first dim then coming on brighter and brighter in the mirror.” New fiction by Troy James Weaver.
Ken Baumann on the ongoing functions of certainty and despair as seen in Paul Schrader’s latest film, First Reformed.
“Shit that was once flowers became shit again.” New fiction by Evelyn Hampton.
“LM Rivera’s captivating debut collection, The Drunkards, or The Book of Years, presents ecstatic lyrical-philosophical excursions that simultaneously think, play, drink, and feel, inhabiting a fluid and open space where anything can happen and possibility is just within reach.” Julia Madsen reviews.
Maya McCoy with a meditation tracing her family’s immigrant roots to her own experience growing up among the “white working class” in northwest Ohio, not far from Cedar Point amusement park.
“I would not like to read another Pynchon novel, / especially if it is written by someone else.” New work by Mike Corrao.
Who are LANDMARK PRESERVATION COMMITTEE? Who are THE SLOT ADDIX? Thomson Guster’s index of new alien music sheds some light into the celestial aural future.
Lauren Grabowski in conversation with Chelsea Hodson upon the release of her essay collection, Tonight I’m Someone Else, out this week from Henry Holt.
“ENCLOSED SPACE / ‘used to be a men’s toilet'” New work by Jessica Lawson.
“Dad stands staring at the stolen sundresses in my closet.” New fiction by Meg Pokrass.