New poetry by Mary Ann Dimand: “Earth Appreciation” and “Lusting, Stinting”
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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:…
ABBA-1975 Abba’s lyrics, like water shot from La Bufadora, mingle with volcanic steam from metallic pots of corn. And…
“We hear the Iraqi army is systematically blowing up buildings in downtown Kuwait City. If the architecture in Kuwait…
Holding Dick Cheney’s shotgun is not exactly how I thought I’d be spending my time when I joined the Marines. It was …
I met the Lieutenant at a diplomatic reception at our embassy. Carrying papers which issued weaponry to his nation’s …
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 w…
In my childhood, television was a great unifier, for there existed a limited choice of three television networks, dis…
RABBITS IN AUTUMN Who will find our bones in a thousand years, bleached and brittle under the unyielding sun, scatter…
Aphrodite Urania From a womb of foam I came to be a woman, heavenly gestated from Father, who also brought wea…
REHAB DAY 1 He hadn’t told me, hadn’t stopped drinking drank beer in the hallway near recycling where people b…
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 …
CONTENT WARNING: A hate crime against an Arab-American is committed in the story. Being an Arab-American myself, the …
my heart is a raspberry juicy yet taut fragile temporal eat it now before it degrades and leaves a tasteless p…
We all live in a kind of delirium: as if we have control of our lives, while we know damn well something is coming. W…
THE WIDENING FAULT / image by Amalie Flynn Parkinson’s Triolet I cup the base of your skull, catch precious ce…
Sometimes these things happen. You wake from a deep sleep, whether a short afternoon nap or a long night’s slumber, a…
GRASSES QUIVER BEFORE / image by Amalie Flynn ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE In my dream Dad, age one hundred twelve, has…
“I was lying in a burned‐out basement with the full moon in my eyes. I was hoping for replacement when the sun burst …
“I was like an inept spy pretending to be American based on movies I’d watched and books I’d read.” — Lauren Ho…
Noor and his wife Damsa moved to Paris when the Russians invaded Afghanistan in 1979. Twenty-two years later, after t…
I write this review of Oliver Stone’s new film during the most bizarre month in America since the January of the Capi…
Skip Rohde was an officer in the Navy for twenty-two years, with four submarine deployments and service in Desert Shi…
Airport Luggage Carousel A battered cardboard boxholes punched in the sidetied with frayed ropelid popping upplastere…
RECKONING don’t worry about mei am not well but you’ve worried enoughmy prosperity has a body count— this shielded fl…
As the United States marks the twentieth anniversary of the beginning of the Global War on Terror as well as an ugly …
In Some Distant Country We have seen this before, in booksand on the screen, like dust plumes risingin some distant c…
1. Her Friend the Israeli (Eli) Mais got a phone call from her parents in the occupied territories of the West Bank. …
For thirteen years, I stored my boxes of army documents and medical records in various basements, closets, and attics…
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 b…
IN AND OUT OF TIME In the fire-eaten landin the smoke-drenched airPUT CHARACTI dream PUT CHARACTCrystal Lake &nb…
“I was lying in a burned‐out basement with the full moon in my eyes. I was hoping for replacement when the sun burst …
Tanana River We followed your Hilux along the riparian zone,a green snake blooming through the desert brown,when you …
Suzanne Rancourt’s new book of poems, Old Stones, New Roads (2021) builds on the work of her two previous books (Bill…
We buried Javid on a gloomy Friday morning in late December, shortly before Ali was gassed on the battlefront. All th…
…three hundred miles,PUT CHahead the road more visiblePUT CHas the land dissolves in the pink light …
The poems in Jan Harris’ Isolating One’s Priorities in a Time of Crisis are about the apocalypse. Or after. What happ…
Five days ago at morning PT, Nate wasn’t in formation. Everyone assumed he was at sick call, and we did our workout w…
(Editor’s Note: Some names have been changed for privacy.) The three white, rectangular buildings of Light of t…
I can’t stop thinking about Dawit Tesfaye, an FBI agent in Diane Lefer’s excellent new novel, Out of Place. Shortly a…
There were 10,000 of them. Boys fresh back from the war in France, middle-aged guys who fought in Cuba with TR, and o…
Don’t About Not If I can’t or think do it like I’m …
The email takes me to a link that takes me to an article displaying two mugshots. The mugshots take me back to winter…
I TOOK A WALK WITH A FRIEND Instead of starting a poem &n…
Sergeant Reiss insisted on giving a full patrol order every time we left the wire. I thought it was overkill, …
For twenty years I have been marriedto a morning. Of blue sky that stretchesand pulls across me like water filli…
It’s zero-three hundred and I’m yanked out of a sleep so deep I wake thrashing and fighting like a marlin at the end …
I first heard about Brett Allen’s debut novel, ’Kilroy Was Here’, by tweet from Matt Gallagher (@MattGallagher0), aut…
This is the memory that stays with him as his blood abandons the body and life fades—this, the one comfort that will …
If you’ve never seen a desert, I mean, a real desert, you’d think the sand looks like murky brown water r…