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August 30, 2024
Podcast: Maria de Caldas Antão on ”My Freedom”
MARIA DE CALDAS ANTÃO
Maria de Caldas Antão speaks to managing editor Emily Everett about her poem “My Freedom,” which explores the idea of freedom, and what it might mean to be free: personally, politically, physically, philosophically.
Maria de Caldas Antão speaks to managing editor Emily Everett about her poem “My Freedom,” which explores the idea of freedom, and what it might mean to be free: personally, politically, physically, philosophically.
August 29, 2024
August 2024 Poetry Feature: New Poems By Our Contributors
NICOLE COOLEY
The incinerator smoke an incision in the sky. / My daughter no longer small yet still I want to swallow her back into my body. / Sky a scalding. / My daughter asks me to stop saying, I wish this wasn’t the world you have to live in. / In my dream my girl is the size of a thumb I catch between my teeth. / Sky all smoke.
The incinerator smoke an incision in the sky. / My daughter no longer small yet still I want to swallow her back into my body. / Sky a scalding. / My daughter asks me to stop saying, I wish this wasn’t the world you have to live in. / In my dream my girl is the size of a thumb I catch between my teeth. / Sky all smoke.
August 23, 2024
What We’re Reading: August 2024
WHAT WE'RE READING
As the summer wanes, our community recommends three pithy books that can help stretch out the season’s end.
As the summer wanes, our community recommends three pithy books that can help stretch out the season’s end.
August 21, 2024
Brace Cove
JOEANN HART
Gulls cried at one another as they tumbled through the air, then settled on the water like sitting hens, drifting on the swell. Night was coming, but while daylight lasted, seals hauled themselves up on the exposed rocks to luxuriate in the winter sun.
Gulls cried at one another as they tumbled through the air, then settled on the water like sitting hens, drifting on the swell. Night was coming, but while daylight lasted, seals hauled themselves up on the exposed rocks to luxuriate in the winter sun.
August 19, 2024
The Common Magazine Announces 2024-25 David Applefield ’78 Fellow
NEWS AND EVENTS
Award-winning, international literary journal The Common announced today that Kei Lim ’25 will be the second recipient of the David Applefield ’78 Fellowship.
Award-winning, international literary journal The Common announced today that Kei Lim ’25 will be the second recipient of the David Applefield ’78 Fellowship.
Announcing The Common’s Fifth Literary Editorial Fellow
NEWS AND EVENTS
The Common has announced Sam Spratford ’24 as the 2024-25 Literary Editorial Fellow, marking the fifth year of the fellowship at Amherst College’s award-winning, open-access literary journal.
The Common has announced Sam Spratford ’24 as the 2024-25 Literary Editorial Fellow, marking the fifth year of the fellowship at Amherst College’s award-winning, open-access literary journal.
August 13, 2024
Who Wants to Look Like the Frenchman?
CATHERINE-ESTHER COWIE
Mummy dumps a bucket of water over my head. I heard only her footsteps, my back toward the open verandah door, my face toward the sea. My freshly pressed hair shrinks, coils. I can taste the oil sheen as the water rushes down my face. But I had done it, with Grandma’s help. Just for today, I looked like Mummy.
Mummy dumps a bucket of water over my head. I heard only her footsteps, my back toward the open verandah door, my face toward the sea. My freshly pressed hair shrinks, coils. I can taste the oil sheen as the water rushes down my face. But I had done it, with Grandma’s help. Just for today, I looked like Mummy.
August 12, 2024
You Have a Mouth: Rachel Morgenstern-Clarren interviews Ani Gjika
ANI GJIKA
in conversation with RACHEL MORGENSTERN-CLARREN
It was through reading about trauma and speaking to people that I’ve come to understand that through trauma, we lose agency, and when we lose agency we also experience a disconnect from language, a rupture in it.
in conversation with RACHEL MORGENSTERN-CLARREN
It was through reading about trauma and speaking to people that I’ve come to understand that through trauma, we lose agency, and when we lose agency we also experience a disconnect from language, a rupture in it.
August 8, 2024
Daddyland
CIGAN VALENTINE
We ask you where you had gone, / And you say you became blue / From when the sky had swallowed you, / And spat you back up. / For you are the worst type of unbeliever. / You only believe in love. / You do not believe in forgiveness. / Before eating,
/ We recite your list of those who have wronged you.
We ask you where you had gone, / And you say you became blue / From when the sky had swallowed you, / And spat you back up. / For you are the worst type of unbeliever. / You only believe in love. / You do not believe in forgiveness. / Before eating,
/ We recite your list of those who have wronged you.
August 7, 2024
Genealogies
LILY LUCAS HODGES
It’s the gesticulating crowd that holds my attention. The sum of their frenetic energy, captured by a plethora of lines, almost frantic, all packed together from the left-most edge to the right. They demand your gaze. There are so many figures in the crowd, there were so many who lost their lives
It’s the gesticulating crowd that holds my attention. The sum of their frenetic energy, captured by a plethora of lines, almost frantic, all packed together from the left-most edge to the right. They demand your gaze. There are so many figures in the crowd, there were so many who lost their lives
