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June 29, 2023
June 2023 Poetry Feature: New Poems by Our Contributors
KEVIN CRAFT
Once after school I took a screwdriver // to my thumb, drawing just enough red / to press into my best friend’s likewise / self-inflicted wound, our two thumbs stuck / together, fists interlocked in brotherhood / forever. It’s what we heard you did
Once after school I took a screwdriver // to my thumb, drawing just enough red / to press into my best friend’s likewise / self-inflicted wound, our two thumbs stuck / together, fists interlocked in brotherhood / forever. It’s what we heard you did
June 28, 2023
Wonder
DARLENE WEST
The camera, an infrared, emits a tiny red beam when it fires, a faint glow that some animals find intriguing: a coyote, cruising a game trail in the moonlight, gazes into the lens; a bobcat, crossing the frozen creek, glances up, eyeballs aglow.
The camera, an infrared, emits a tiny red beam when it fires, a faint glow that some animals find intriguing: a coyote, cruising a game trail in the moonlight, gazes into the lens; a bobcat, crossing the frozen creek, glances up, eyeballs aglow.
June 23, 2023
Join Weekly Writes Summer 2023: Accountable You
Weekly Writes is a ten-week program designed to help you create original place-based writing, beginning July 24. We're offering both poetry AND prose, in two separate programs. What do you want to prioritize this summer?
June 22, 2023
Let Me Open the Window: Valeria Luiselli in conversation with Jennifer Acker at LitFest 2023
VALERIA LUISELLI
So what do I call “home?” I’m a combination of beds, bathroom mirrors, hotel rooms, cities, all of which have come together in my imagination and formed some other literary space.
So what do I call “home?” I’m a combination of beds, bathroom mirrors, hotel rooms, cities, all of which have come together in my imagination and formed some other literary space.
June 21, 2023
City of Leaves
MELLISA PASCALE
Kyoto was a city for looking up. Up at the autumn leaves that jeweled the tree branches in ruby, carnelian, and gold as they bent over the watery arteries of the Gion District. Up at the burgundy, amber, and green glass that glowed in the roof of Nishiki Market.
Kyoto was a city for looking up. Up at the autumn leaves that jeweled the tree branches in ruby, carnelian, and gold as they bent over the watery arteries of the Gion District. Up at the burgundy, amber, and green glass that glowed in the roof of Nishiki Market.
June 20, 2023
Showing Up: A Review
HANNAH GERSEN
So many artists (myself included) have a fantasy of working uninterrupted, for as long as we like, but Showing Up gently argues that the demands of the outer world can be embraced as part of the process of making art.
So many artists (myself included) have a fantasy of working uninterrupted, for as long as we like, but Showing Up gently argues that the demands of the outer world can be embraced as part of the process of making art.
June 16, 2023
Podcast: Gerardo Sámano Córdova on “Iceberg, Mine”
GERARDO SÁMANO CÓRDOVA
Gerardo Sámano Córdova speaks to managing editor Emily Everett about his story “Iceberg, Mine,” which appears in The Common’s fall 2022 issue.
Gerardo Sámano Córdova speaks to managing editor Emily Everett about his story “Iceberg, Mine,” which appears in The Common’s fall 2022 issue.
June 14, 2023
To My Ghost :: Float
SEBASTIAN MERRILL
At high tide, the water shines / turquoise above the creamy sand, / a mix of stone and crushed shells: / oysters, whelk, blue mussels, / snails, and clams. I carry my boat / high above the reaching waves, / tear off my shirt, dive / into the relentless sea.
At high tide, the water shines / turquoise above the creamy sand, / a mix of stone and crushed shells: / oysters, whelk, blue mussels, / snails, and clams. I carry my boat / high above the reaching waves, / tear off my shirt, dive / into the relentless sea.
June 12, 2023
Creativity as the Opposite of Violence: Makenna Goodman Interviews JoAnne McFarland
JOANNE McFARLAND
“Pathfinder” speaks to my belief that violence and creativity are opposites. Every violent act I can think of is oriented in the past and grows out of a belief system that already exists. A violent act seeks to control, to stop something from happening. Creativity, by its very definition, is oriented toward the future.
“Pathfinder” speaks to my belief that violence and creativity are opposites. Every violent act I can think of is oriented in the past and grows out of a belief system that already exists. A violent act seeks to control, to stop something from happening. Creativity, by its very definition, is oriented toward the future.
June 9, 2023
Friday Reads: June 2023
SOFIA BELIMOVA
Welcome to the June round of Friday Reads! Are you hoping to read more this summer? Do you have a favorite shady spot in a backyard or park, but no book to share it with? Read on for exciting recommendations from our contributors. Find stories that reach beyond the scope of normative human experience, essays about writing and writers, and hybrid memoir on music and survival.
Welcome to the June round of Friday Reads! Are you hoping to read more this summer? Do you have a favorite shady spot in a backyard or park, but no book to share it with? Read on for exciting recommendations from our contributors. Find stories that reach beyond the scope of normative human experience, essays about writing and writers, and hybrid memoir on music and survival.
