“Where the water flows down”: Wounds of Heritage and Home in Eunice Andrada’s Flood Damages

Flood Damages by Eunice Andrada / Giramondo / Sydney, Australia / 2018 Eunice Andrada’s Flood Damages is a forceful debut poetry collection that explores narratives of diaspora, family and heritage, the brown female body, religion, language, and sexuality. As the title suggests, these themes are brought together by the recurring imagery of water. Throughout the…

Three poems by Georges Rose, translated by Bryan F. Flavin

banks / credit: emMer cousue ligne de fer nappe ornée d’oiseaux ciels crevés de soies où s’affalent des lumières imprévisibles par endroit le revêtement de chair avec ses maisons plus lourdes brassards d’oublis mais la ligne des fenêtres sources blanches rejoint l’eau profonde                     * Sewn coast line of iron cloth ornate with birds skies slashed…

Writing Through Icons: Rosalind Palermo Stevenson and Stephanie Dickinson on Franz Kafka and Jean Seberg

Authors Rosalind Palermo Stevenson and Stephanie Dickinson converse about writing through the personas of Franz Kafka and Jean Seberg. Rosalind Palermo Stevenson: Stephanie, your poetic and deeply imagined book, Heat: An Interview with Jean Seberg, is an intimate and revealing rendering of the legendary actress written in the form of a fictional interview. In my…

a tribute to creeley — Steve Dalachinsky

boulevard ii / credit: de1. moments in slow motion withdrawn like light life & their eventuality i can see clear rain thru this bitch day believe in still, a voidless piece         of   gathering  a not so trusted edge         collapsing  as humans collapse       within this “animal debris”           we are so endeared to a false faith in…

Six collages by Cherie Hunter Day

There’s something compelling about reframing the message from discarded scraps to make a new piece. The text, which initially was the primary focus, becomes secondary to texture, color, and line. For me collage reanimates the ephemeral. Swarf Falling for Effect Group Think O Rence The Eyes Have It You Don’t Say TwitterFacebookAbout Cherie Hunter DayCherie…

Three poems by Helen McClory

between / credit: deThirty-Five All I want now myself only is to Wear kimonos with velvet Bralets, high-waisted velvet knickers The colour, close enough, of my skin Sit by windows, smoke cigarettes On long bone-handled Holders, and to die Whisper it into a jar Leave it there to ferment Spit and air make alcohol enough…

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