Jennifer Acker's Blog, page 30
January 10, 2024
Call for Submissions: A Special Folio on China after 2008
NEWS AND EVENTS
The Common, in collaboration with guest editor Cleo Qian, will publish a special online folio of work about youth and contemporary culture from writers with a strong tie to Mainland China. Submissions will open on February 1st.
The Common, in collaboration with guest editor Cleo Qian, will publish a special online folio of work about youth and contemporary culture from writers with a strong tie to Mainland China. Submissions will open on February 1st.
Shenyang: In Search of Reverse Donkeys
TONY HAO
They erased the city’s impoverished past but in no way offered an extravagant present available to everyone. I decided that even if I couldn’t find Shenyang’s past, at least I’d like to see a reverse donkey.
They erased the city’s impoverished past but in no way offered an extravagant present available to everyone. I decided that even if I couldn’t find Shenyang’s past, at least I’d like to see a reverse donkey.
January 8, 2024
Nothing You Expect: Joseph O. Legaspi Interviews January Gill O’Neil
JOSEPH O. LEGASPI interviews JANUARY GILL O'NEIL
Furthermore, because I talked a lot about sadness, I did not want to write a book that did not include Black joy. The pain is just the other side of the coin. I wanted to make sure that I talked about pleasure and resilience; family and love; and all those things that help us celebrate.
Furthermore, because I talked a lot about sadness, I did not want to write a book that did not include Black joy. The pain is just the other side of the coin. I wanted to make sure that I talked about pleasure and resilience; family and love; and all those things that help us celebrate.
January 4, 2024
Puppets
MANISHA KULSHRESHTHA
When sad, Sugna would bundle them in a pile and put them on a shelf, then lock the door and collapse on the cot. When angry, she would smash them into one another. Some would get twisted, some would get tangled: a dancer’s neck would get entangled in its own hand.
When sad, Sugna would bundle them in a pile and put them on a shelf, then lock the door and collapse on the cot. When angry, she would smash them into one another. Some would get twisted, some would get tangled: a dancer’s neck would get entangled in its own hand.
December 29, 2023
Podcast: Vix Gutierrez on “Don’t Step Off the Path”
VIX GUTIERREZ
Vix Gutierrez speaks to managing editor Emily Everett about his poem “Don’t Step Off the Path,” which appears in The Common’s fall 2023 issue.
Vix Gutierrez speaks to managing editor Emily Everett about his poem “Don’t Step Off the Path,” which appears in The Common’s fall 2023 issue.
December 28, 2023
December 2023 Poetry Feature: Part II
CATIE ROSEMURGY
Jane never had to worry. She didn’t have to do something good so the story would be about her. She just had to make a break for it whenever the grass beneath her feet began to smolder. / She just had to start a fire and disappear into the silent bubble of her own surprise.
Jane never had to worry. She didn’t have to do something good so the story would be about her. She just had to make a break for it whenever the grass beneath her feet began to smolder. / She just had to start a fire and disappear into the silent bubble of her own surprise.
December 20, 2023
Issue 26 in the news
Visit the links below to hear conversations with portfolio co-editors and contributors, read more about the development of the portfolio, and keep up with ongoing programming involving our fall issue.
December 19, 2023
Review: Landscapes
Review by S. ELIZABETH SIGLER
Thorough reflections on art in the form of micro-essays are spliced between Penelope’s observations as she goes about day-to-day life while archiving the various artifacts that have survived Mornington Hall’s gradual erosion.
Thorough reflections on art in the form of micro-essays are spliced between Penelope’s observations as she goes about day-to-day life while archiving the various artifacts that have survived Mornington Hall’s gradual erosion.
December 18, 2023
Belleville
NANCY LEFENFELD
He reaches out, to take the teacher’s hand. As he does so, a corner of the frame separates, and the whole thing starts to collapse. But Sima’s hands are there, holding onto it, taking it from him. Alain grasps the old man’s hand in both his own and gives it a long shake.
He reaches out, to take the teacher’s hand. As he does so, a corner of the frame separates, and the whole thing starts to collapse. But Sima’s hands are there, holding onto it, taking it from him. Alain grasps the old man’s hand in both his own and gives it a long shake.
December 15, 2023
December 2023 Poetry Feature: Nathalie Handal and Zack Strait
ZACK STRAIT
Even though the game was supposedly designed / for kids, my two brothers and I were / always wiping our sweaty hands on the carpet / when we played. We would sit for hours / in front of a small television and do our best / to maneuver the kid in sunglasses.
Even though the game was supposedly designed / for kids, my two brothers and I were / always wiping our sweaty hands on the carpet / when we played. We would sit for hours / in front of a small television and do our best / to maneuver the kid in sunglasses.
