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January 10, 2023
The Common to Receive $10,000 from the National Endowment for the Arts
The Common is pleased to announce its seventh award from the National Endowment for the Arts. The $10,000 Arts Projects award approved for 2023 will support the publication and promotion of place-based stories, essays, and poems by diverse writers from around the world.
January 6, 2023
Friday Reads: January 2023
SOFIA BELIMOVA
Happy new year! If you’re hoping to read more in 2023, we’ve got just the thing for you: exciting book recommendations from our contributors. From reportage that reads like a page turner to romance against the backdrop of political turmoil, these exhilarating books are perfect for cozying up somewhere warm.
Happy new year! If you’re hoping to read more in 2023, we’ve got just the thing for you: exciting book recommendations from our contributors. From reportage that reads like a page turner to romance against the backdrop of political turmoil, these exhilarating books are perfect for cozying up somewhere warm.
January 5, 2023
Translation: The Wangs’ Other Child
MARIO MARTZ
To be honest, they’ve been telling me for a while that one day they’ll donate everything, but that day never arrives, and I just keep urging them to do it once and for all: that way they can clear out the room and, more importantly, free themselves of the life contained in those boxes.
To be honest, they’ve been telling me for a while that one day they’ll donate everything, but that day never arrives, and I just keep urging them to do it once and for all: that way they can clear out the room and, more importantly, free themselves of the life contained in those boxes.
January 4, 2023
Etude No. 2 and Etude No. 3
By KIM CURTS MATTHEUSSENS Rome, Italy Etude no. 2 in Rome a monumental marble typewriter ticked out their story into the sky: two lovers devour time. she lay on the lawn near Trajan’s column. he plucked letters from her dress, her hair, served them to her by hand, by mouth. they covered themselves with a
Weekly Writes Volume 7: Accountable You
Weekly Writes is a ten-week program designed to help you create original place-based writing, beginning January 30. We're offering both poetry AND prose, in two separate programs. What do you want to prioritize in 2023? Pick the program, sharpen your pencils, and get ready for a weekly dose of writing inspiration (and accountability) in your inbox!
December 29, 2022
December 2022 Poetry Feature: Kevin McIlvoy
KEVIN McILVOY
On mine spoil. In debris fields / of asphalt and concrete and brick. / Upon sites of chemical spills. / Along lifeless riverbanks. / In clonal groves so hardy you / have to steel yourself for years / of killing to kill one acre. / Where construction crews rake off / the surface
On mine spoil. In debris fields / of asphalt and concrete and brick. / Upon sites of chemical spills. / Along lifeless riverbanks. / In clonal groves so hardy you / have to steel yourself for years / of killing to kill one acre. / Where construction crews rake off / the surface
December 26, 2022
Most-Read Pieces of 2022
As 2022 comes to an end, we want to celebrate the pieces our readers loved! Browse our list of 2022's most-read pieces to see the writing that left an impact on our readers.
December 22, 2022
Review: God’s Children Are Little Broken Things
Review by JULIA LICHTBLAU
Though I’d heard Arinze Ifeakandu read from his debut collection, God’s Children Are Little Broken Things, at its launch at Greenlight Books in Brooklyn in June 2022, I was unprepared for the force and distinctiveness of his writing when I opened the book.
Though I’d heard Arinze Ifeakandu read from his debut collection, God’s Children Are Little Broken Things, at its launch at Greenlight Books in Brooklyn in June 2022, I was unprepared for the force and distinctiveness of his writing when I opened the book.
December 21, 2022
The Way Back Home
S. G. MORADI
We grew up on salty rocks, collecting bullets, / holding onto hope as if it were a jump rope that / come our turn, would go on spinning forever / our feet never failing us. / We ran through sunburnt alleys, kicking up / clouds of dust that were quick to settle / as if somehow knowing / that we had nowhere else to go.
We grew up on salty rocks, collecting bullets, / holding onto hope as if it were a jump rope that / come our turn, would go on spinning forever / our feet never failing us. / We ran through sunburnt alleys, kicking up / clouds of dust that were quick to settle / as if somehow knowing / that we had nowhere else to go.
December 16, 2022
December 2022 Poetry Feature
TOMMYE BLOUNT
It feels good grazing against my skin, / all that satin and muslin—a high / thread count to tuck in / the American Dream. Embroidery / and tassels fit for men like me / who would pay a good buck / to be a part of this invisible kingdom. / Ah! This flair for pageantry / seen in a film—
It feels good grazing against my skin, / all that satin and muslin—a high / thread count to tuck in / the American Dream. Embroidery / and tassels fit for men like me / who would pay a good buck / to be a part of this invisible kingdom. / Ah! This flair for pageantry / seen in a film—
