Jennifer Acker's Blog, page 15
November 13, 2024
Dispatch from Moscow
AFTON MONTGOMERY
The forestry scientists said Moscow has some of the unhappiest trees in the world. I remember clearly my friend telling me this, though I don’t remember much about her explanation of why. It’s possible she said unhealthiest rather than unhappiest and my brain overwrote her telling with my own truth.
The forestry scientists said Moscow has some of the unhappiest trees in the world. I remember clearly my friend telling me this, though I don’t remember much about her explanation of why. It’s possible she said unhealthiest rather than unhappiest and my brain overwrote her telling with my own truth.
November 11, 2024
Waters of Reclamation: Raychelle Heath Interviews Caroline M. Mar
CAROLINE M. MAR
That's a reconciliation that I'm often grappling with, which is about positionality. What am I responsible for? What's coming up for me; who am I in all of this? How can I be my authentic self and also how do I maybe take some responsibility?
That's a reconciliation that I'm often grappling with, which is about positionality. What am I responsible for? What's coming up for me; who am I in all of this? How can I be my authentic self and also how do I maybe take some responsibility?
November 7, 2024
Silk Road
NIEVES GARCÍA BENITO
It is almost certain that the Europeans called it the Silk Road because of the opium. They made medicine with it to calm the pain. Its twilight doze between vigil and stupor soothed the soul, and opium spread out to all corners of the Earth, as did the Persian rugs with sweet colors.
It is almost certain that the Europeans called it the Silk Road because of the opium. They made medicine with it to calm the pain. Its twilight doze between vigil and stupor soothed the soul, and opium spread out to all corners of the Earth, as did the Persian rugs with sweet colors.
October 31, 2024
October 2024 Poetry Feature: New Poems By Our Contributors
NATHANIEL PERRY
It’s funny how words can contain their opposite, / pleasure at once a freedom and a ploy— / a garden something bound and original / where anything, but certain things, should thrive; / the difference between loving-kindness and loving / like the vowel shift from olive to alive.
It’s funny how words can contain their opposite, / pleasure at once a freedom and a ploy— / a garden something bound and original / where anything, but certain things, should thrive; / the difference between loving-kindness and loving / like the vowel shift from olive to alive.
October 30, 2024
Dispatches from Ellesmere
BRANDON KILBOURNE
This land dreams up marvels: // a meteorite shower of clumpy / snow streaking under midnight’s sun. // This land embodies ruses: // broad valley floors and nondescript / slopes distorting scale and distance. // This land stages parables: // a lone caribou, / its coat the color / of fog
This land dreams up marvels: // a meteorite shower of clumpy / snow streaking under midnight’s sun. // This land embodies ruses: // broad valley floors and nondescript / slopes distorting scale and distance. // This land stages parables: // a lone caribou, / its coat the color / of fog
October 28, 2024
The 2024 Author Postcard Auction is now open!
This one-of-a-kind online auction gives book lovers around the world the opportunity to bid on handwritten, personalized postcards from their favorite writers.
The 2024 Author Postcard Auction Opens Soon!
This one-of-a-kind online auction gives book lovers around the world the opportunity to bid on handwritten, personalized postcards from their favorite writers.
October 21, 2024
More to the Story
MICHAEL DAVID LUKAS
My Grandma Betty’s garage, like the rest of her house, was always neat and well-labeled. The tools hung in their places. The floor was swept clean. Along the walls, DIY wood shelving was stacked high with boxes labeled according to their contents. Herb Toys. Xmas Decorations.
My Grandma Betty’s garage, like the rest of her house, was always neat and well-labeled. The tools hung in their places. The floor was swept clean. Along the walls, DIY wood shelving was stacked high with boxes labeled according to their contents. Herb Toys. Xmas Decorations.
Iqra
IQRA KHAN
I begin as revelation. As explosion of glottal light against silence. / I am again asking for directions to the Haram, my ankles fluent in Arabic. // I am again asking for direction, ya Haram, my ankles flowing with Arabic! / Hagar, watch how God transforms this wilderness
I begin as revelation. As explosion of glottal light against silence. / I am again asking for directions to the Haram, my ankles fluent in Arabic. // I am again asking for direction, ya Haram, my ankles flowing with Arabic! / Hagar, watch how God transforms this wilderness
Real Estate for the Blended Family (or What I Learned from Zillow)
ELIZABETH HAZEN
Sometimes I dream of gardens— // that same dirt they kick from their cleats could feed us, / grow something to sustain us. But it’s winter. // The ground is cold, and I dare not leave this room; / I want to want to fix this—to love them // after all—but in here I am safe.
Sometimes I dream of gardens— // that same dirt they kick from their cleats could feed us, / grow something to sustain us. But it’s winter. // The ground is cold, and I dare not leave this room; / I want to want to fix this—to love them // after all—but in here I am safe.
