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December 3, 2020

As I Live and Breathe

ELIZA BREWER
It was mid August when my mom and I made the trek into South Central Houston to visit Sidney. We wound through the dense medical district towards the massive complex of 5 buildings making up MD Anderson Cancer Center where Sidney, my mom’s former student, was being treated.
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Published on December 03, 2020 04:30

November 30, 2020

Writers on Writing: A. Kendra Greene

A. KENDRA GREENE

Certainly, it was irresistible to try to write about becoming an “upright member in good standing,” but it dawned on me slowly that this was an essay leveraging foreignness and transition to talk about the weirdness of the domestic sphere.
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Published on November 30, 2020 05:00

November 27, 2020

November 2020 Poetry Feature: David Lehman

DAVID LEHMAN

Science explained everything, / the workings of windshield wipers, for example: / “The darkness causes the rain / and comes from the rain, which goes up / to the sky and falls down again / on the windshield and the windows.
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Published on November 27, 2020 05:00

November 24, 2020

Islanders

SCOTT LAUGHLIN
I welcome this attitude because it shows they don’t care about me or my tourist dollars. The massive influx of foreign dollars that floated the Portuguese economy but threatened local ways of life in Lisbon… I am grateful to be here, tucked away. I take the menu and try to read… an unreadable Portuguese scrawl listing the dishes.
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Published on November 24, 2020 05:25

November 23, 2020

Review: The Scent of Buenos Aires: Stories by Hebe Uhart

JASMINE V. BAILEY
In Argentina, the short story is not what you write until you manage to write a novel; it is a lofty form made central by twentieth-century titans like Julio Cortázar, Jorge Luis Borges and Silvina Ocampo.
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Published on November 23, 2020 05:00

November 18, 2020

July on South St. (AEAE)

NICK MAIONE
I open the doors and windows and shut off the lights./ For a while I play tunes on the fiddle / shirtless in my dark house. I love doing this. / For the first time all day I am not at home. / For the first time since the last time / my body is the same size as my flesh.
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Published on November 18, 2020 12:18

November 16, 2020

Playing Frankenstein: An Interview with Alison Entrekin

ALISON ENTREKIN
That’s a doozy. It’s a work in progress, and I think the title will be the very last thing we decide on. And it might well depend, as in any kind of novel, on what comes up in the translation. As a title it is extremely hard to translate verbatim.
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Published on November 16, 2020 04:00

November 13, 2020

Friday Reads: LaToya Faulk

LATOYA FAULK





In this special, mid-month edition of Friday Reads, Issue 20 contributor LaToya Faulk shares her recent recommendations and reflects on motherhood in the pandemic, entering discussions on race and queerness with her daughter, and the life-altering power of babies. Take a read and make sure to grab your copy of Issue 20.
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Published on November 13, 2020 07:00

November 12, 2020

Claudia Prado: Poems from THE BELLY OF THE WHALE

CLAUDIA PRADO
At dawn / I followed you / to the end of the road / and there, together, we / looked: / the sea the / sky the / leaves / plump and bright / that the rain gave
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Published on November 12, 2020 05:00

November 11, 2020

Review: That Time of Year

ELLIE RAMBO
I first encountered the phrase “victim of hospitality” in the Republic of Georgia, where after many elaborate toasts in their honor, plates of food pushed their way, and cups of wine pressed into their hands, tourists begin to sense the impossibility of turning something down.
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Published on November 11, 2020 04:00