Lit Well

February 22, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Randall Mann on “Scale” by Kathy Fagan I have always been a massive fan of Kathy Fagan’s work; I love this subtle, disquieting poem. Just look at the first sentence: “At this point in our lives we expected to be more / satisfied with the lighting.” Indeed. I admire that “our,” presumptuous yet inclusive; she risks alienating […]

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Clench and Unclench

February 17, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Aaron Krol on “Silence is Golden“ by Rochelle Hurt How do you make a one-trick poem worth your readers’ attention? Rochelle Hurt’s “Silence is Golden—” has one trick almost from start to finish: scrambling old proverbs and maxims into odd new contortions. “[A] bird in the fist is the worth / the whole wedding,” she kicks off […]

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Prose Feature: “Witness Through Listening: An Interview with Oliver Bendorf” by Emilia Phillips

February 12, 2016
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Oliver Bendorf is the author of The Spectral Wilderness, selected by Mark Doty for the Wick Poetry Prize. Recent and forthcoming work can be found in Alaska Quarterly Review, diode, The Feminist Wire, Southern Indiana Review, and Sycamore Review. He holds an MFA and an MLIS from University of Wisconsin-Madison, where he held the Martha […]

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Engineer’s Conundrum

February 8, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Leah Falk on “Before Time” by Claudia Emerson In Claudia Emerson’s “Before Time,” measurement’s the matter. In science, music, and mathematics, to measure is to reach an agreement with others, to say: this phenomenon can be expressed in standardized units. To say, let me show you, let me translate from my experience to yours. Measurement is why […]

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February 1, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Kathy Fagan on “Flower” by Melissa Stein What draws me to Melissa Stein’s poem, “Flower,” is the visceral magnitude of her first line, which to my ear echoes many of Dickinson’s opening lines: “The ruler left a welted stripe.” At first I read Stein’s “ruler” as monarch rather than measuring stick; the hymn meter so commanded my […]

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