“You can’t tell / if the snow is fresh, a god-sent snow, falling / or if it’s just wind-lifted, old snow come again”
[Poetry] — Adam Tavel
“Carter gazes at a thousand shadow treasures / he’ll loot to catalog in haughty solitude / until the war, until his cancer comes.”
[Essay] Splendid Uselessness — Alexandre Leskanich
“At its best knowledge facilitates the emancipation of the human mind from narcissism, conformity, bigotry, intolerance, and hatred. All the more disturbing, then, is the grim spectacle that greets those engaged in its manufacture.”
[Fiction] Chasing Your Tail — Mersiha Bruncevic
“It began with him following me. Then, I decided to follow him instead. Street after street. Bridge after bridge.”
[Fiction] Train — Ali Ackland-Snow
“Eight hours in, the fights begin to break out.”
[Poetry] — Kathryn de Leon
“I watched moving clouds/soften the sky with holiness/then pass their pure hands over me,/blessing me and healing /the sadness of my young life”
[Review] Oeuvre as Palimpsest: Holy Roman’s ‘Let Manchester Shake’ — Josh Mcloughlin
“Bowers’s is an ongoing, concerted project, anchored in the basic technique of exploring ideas by rewriting over songs and themes but retaining traces and echoes.”
[Essay] To You — Christopher Impiglia
“A long time, one hundred years. A long time too since this first English edition, bought by my father at auction, was published: a half-century. Fifty years of annotations illuminating it, including his and my own.”
[Essay] ‘In early August among the spruce’: Reading Schuyler’s Memoirs on Great Spruce Head Island — Jane Hertenstein
“Every day on Great Spruce Head Island was like waking up inside a Porter painting; around every corner and curve was an image from Fairfield’s raisonné or Schuyler’s poems.”
[Essay] A Walking Skeleton: Illusions of Voice — Michael Sutton
“What is human consciousness if not the internal voice, the connotations and denotations of language, voices diseased and voices subsumed, god voices, voices of creation, from brain to page to screen to brain to page.”
[Poetry] — Seirce Mhac Conghail
“It hangs on me, in me, ornament. Reflecting thing, all things in the room absorbed.”
[Fiction] Psycho Femmes — Nicholas Rombes
“Everyone’s mind rushed to give meaning to the box: it was a bomb, most likely, that an audience member had slipped onto the stage during the dark, and it was up to Patti, as leader of Psycho Femmes, to deal with it.”
[Review] The Historians by Eavan Boland — Nicholas Taylor-Collins
“History betrays, dissimulates, and occludes; a counter-history is required that maintains the openness of wounds and the liveliness of memory.”
[Fiction] ‘Affirmation’ — Annabel Banks
“My clients are wealthy—that goes without saying—but that’s all they have in common, so I must acrobat my way through each conversation, with not a moment’s hesitation as we leap and roll.”
[Poetry] ‘Dream Job’ — Mary Peelen
“Disrupting the dream, a holy terror: an alarm clock rings and I’m jolted back to the taupe world,/back to my day job, where, wholly unencumbered by spiritual dignity, I work myself to death.”
[Essay] Too Close to The Sun: How the creative industry fails mental health — Jack Williams
“As a society, we need to stop romanticizing the relationship between mental health and creativity.”
[Essay] W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk and the ‘Veil of Race’ — Tia Byer
“For Du Bois, the abolition of slavery may have freed black people from bondage, but the Reconstruction era that followed served only to disempower black people and perpetuate racial conflict.”
[Essay] Describing the Surface: David Foster Wallace and Postcritical Reading — Nathan Moreau
“David Foster Wallace fucked his students, fucked his audience, fucked his reader. David Foster Wallace abused women.”
