Death had narrowed his search of potential candidates down to two soldiers, both with high kill counts. Qualified applicants were always military men assigned to the line. Death had been a knight u...

Death had narrowed his search of potential candidates down to two soldiers, both with high kill counts. Qualified applicants were always military men assigned to the line. Death had been a knight u...
WOUNDED —to Laura Bleating thing without wool Thunder without sound Ghost of wooded peaks, of constricted arterial waters There is a dog inside the heart, voice bursting Intermin...
A Brief History of the Spanish Conquest Tell me again of that fabulous kingdom where a single ear of corn is more than two strong young men can carry, where cotton grows untended, in ...
SOMETHING LIKE NIGHTFALL something, like night falls slow, as if nothing in the world has ever moved but distant hope descending, still ablaze days soften to wonder what else leaves silhouet...
With a slightly youthful blurring of reality, sandhill cranes resemble pterodactyls in flight. Each year when they return to the valleys and high plains of southern Montana, their warm bugles trill...
Andria Williams for The Wrath-Bearing Tree: I was honored to read Tom Keating’s memoir, ‘Yesterday’s Soldier,’ an excellently written and sensitive account of his time as a ...
Why did Malcolm Gladwell write a World War II book? The bombing campaign over Europe and Japan is hardly his typical beat: Cliff-noting TED talks for the MBA crowd. Where’s the investment edge here...
Praying at the Temple of Forgiveness for Zea Joy, in memoriam Last Monday you threw yourself, your body, dressed in red chemise, in front of a train. It was your insatiable hunger for a mor...
New poetry by Mary Ann Dimand: “Earth Appreciation” and “Lusting, Stinting”
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Author’s note: I arrived at this story after reading an article in Rolling Stone called ‘Highway to Hell: A Trip Down Afghanistan’s Deadliest Road’ and I thought, what if wh...
ABBA-1975 Abba’s lyrics, like water shot from La Bufadora, mingle with volcanic steam from metallic pots of corn. And the scrape on my knee from chasing the seagulls bleeds, but does not hurt. On t...
“We hear the Iraqi army is systematically blowing up buildings in downtown Kuwait City. If the architecture in Kuwait resembles the architecture in Saudi Arabia, the Iraqi army will have done one g...
Holding Dick Cheney’s shotgun is not exactly how I thought I’d be spending my time when I joined the Marines. It was summer of ’06 and the meatgrinder of Iraq was going full-tilt. President Bush h...
I met the Lieutenant at a diplomatic reception at our embassy. Carrying papers which issued weaponry to his nation’s military, I passed them to my contact – a pock-marked General whose eyes glitter...
Politics Every 20 years or so boys dress up And kill each other for fun. It’s the way of the wrack of the world The wind of our imagination and our love. To blame our costumes for our beauty Is lik...
In my childhood, television was a great unifier, for there existed a limited choice of three television networks, discounting PBS. But even if we were watching the same programming, television had ...
RABBITS IN AUTUMN Who will find our bones in a thousand years, bleached and brittle under the unyielding sun, scattered in dried grasses by feral dogs or vultures? Who will hold such curiosities, n...
Aphrodite Urania From a womb of foam I came to be a woman, heavenly gestated from Father, who also brought weather, seasons. He is a castrate and timeless, the bluest of planets. As a warrio...
REHAB DAY 1 He hadn’t told me, hadn’t stopped drinking drank beer in the hallway near recycling where people bring garbage and broken-down boxes he guzzled, and I was here on the other side ...
I don’t want to keep going back there. I’m damn near forty years old; too broke and tubby to deploy anymore. It’s my kid’s birthday next week. I should be thinking about balloons, wrapping paper, l...
CONTENT WARNING: A hate crime against an Arab-American is committed in the story. Being an Arab-American myself, the hate crime is loosely based on something that occurred to me back in 2004 when I...
my heart is a raspberry juicy yet taut fragile temporal eat it now before it degrades and leaves a tasteless piece of itself smeared on the basket. my raspberry heart lives in the moment but...
We all live in a kind of delirium: as if we have control of our lives, while we know damn well something is coming. We don’t know if it’s coming from the inside or the outside—a disease or a rogue ...
THE WIDENING FAULT / image by Amalie Flynn Parkinson’s Triolet I cup the base of your skull, catch precious cells spilling out like salt that seasons your limbs, your unholy lurches I cup th...
Sometimes these things happen. You wake from a deep sleep, whether a short afternoon nap or a long night’s slumber, and you’re disoriented. You forget things. Sometimes you shower and dress for wor...
GRASSES QUIVER BEFORE / image by Amalie Flynn ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE In my dream Dad, age one hundred twelve, has his first cell phone— big and square, with a rotary dial. With a proud index fi...
“I was lying in a burned‐out basement with the full moon in my eyes. I was hoping for replacement when the sun burst through the sky. There was a band playing in my head and I felt like getting hig...
“I was like an inept spy pretending to be American based on movies I’d watched and books I’d read.” — Lauren Hough, ‘Leaving Isn’t the Hardest Thing’ “In 1984, we would arrive in Texas, and w...
Noor and his wife Damsa moved to Paris when the Russians invaded Afghanistan in 1979. Twenty-two years later, after the collapse of the Taliban, they returned to Kabul and rented a house with a lar...
I write this review of Oliver Stone’s new film during the most bizarre month in America since the January of the Capitol riots and the de-platforming of Donald Trump, a president who promised to re...
Skip Rohde was an officer in the Navy for twenty-two years, with four submarine deployments and service in Desert Shield, Desert Storm, and Bosnian peace-keeping operations in 1996. After retiremen...
Airport Luggage Carousel A battered cardboard boxholes punched in the sidetied with frayed ropelid popping upplastered with masking tape, wrinkled.One lone orphangoing round and round the luggage c...
RECKONING don’t worry about mei am not well but you’ve worried enoughmy prosperity has a body count— this shielded fleshconspicuous & allowed to bebalks at being back- ground— this mouth taught...
As the United States marks the twentieth anniversary of the beginning of the Global War on Terror as well as an ugly end to the conflict’s iteration in Afghanistan, it is a time for reflection. The...
In Some Distant Country We have seen this before, in booksand on the screen, like dust plumes risingin some distant country. Except,some distant country is Michigan –armed patriots (terrorists)in t...
1. Her Friend the Israeli (Eli) Mais got a phone call from her parents in the occupied territories of the West Bank. I don’t know what they told her yet; she’s been too shaken to tell me. All she t...
For thirteen years, I stored my boxes of army documents and medical records in various basements, closets, and attics, mostly not my own as I had fled the land for foreign adventures, eventually se...
Stautner wasn’t my friend anymore. He didn’t get promoted with the rest of us on the first of the month. Now a fire burned between us. Stautner was a shitbag. Everyone knew it. He was a shitbag and...
IN AND OUT OF TIME In the fire-eaten landin the smoke-drenched airPUT CHARACTI dream PUT CHARACTCrystal Lake PUT CHARACTsquare raft afloatPUT CHARACTat the center I in my clo...
“I was lying in a burned‐out basement with the full moon in my eyes. I was hoping for replacement when the sun burst through the sky. There was a band playing in my head and I felt like getting hig...
Tanana River We followed your Hilux along the riparian zone,a green snake blooming through the desert brown,when you met in secret like lovers, and the way youhugged each other in greeting showed a...
Suzanne Rancourt’s new book of poems, Old Stones, New Roads (2021) builds on the work of her two previous books (Billboard in the Clouds, 2014, and murmurs at the gate, 2019). She dedicates t...
Five days ago at morning PT, Nate wasn’t in formation. Everyone assumed he was at sick call, and we did our workout without him. But when he didn’t show up for first formation after breakfast, tens...
The poems in Jan Harris’ Isolating One’s Priorities in a Time of Crisis are about the apocalypse. Or after. What happens after. &After the apocalypse happens. After the world cracks like...
We buried Javid on a gloomy Friday morning in late December, shortly before Ali was gassed on the battlefront. All the guys from the eleventh grade attended the funeral, most of the teachers too. L...
…three hundred miles,PUT CHahead the road more visiblePUT CHas the land dissolves in the pink light PUT CHARAPUT CHARAPUT CHof almost dawn you sit beside m...
(Editor’s Note: Some names have been changed for privacy.) The three white, rectangular buildings of Light of the Village ministry stand bright as a smile in the clammy humidity of a late Sun...
I can’t stop thinking about Dawit Tesfaye, an FBI agent in Diane Lefer’s excellent new novel, Out of Place. Shortly after 9/11 and the launch of the Global War on Terror, Tesfaye, along with his pa...
There were 10,000 of them. Boys fresh back from the war in France, middle-aged guys who fought in Cuba with TR, and old men who’d only ever handled a rifle to shoot squirrels and rabbits. They were...
Don’t About Not If I can’t or think do it like I’m doing now a beach &nb...