Actual Miraculous

October 10, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Jessica Johnson on “I am the miraculous” and “My Environs” by Martha Silano In Seattle, where I lived for eight years, tech giants, research institutions, and freeways with life-altering traffic rise up alongside deep blue (and deeply altered) bodies of water and woods that shelter owls, raccoons, and other nocturnals. In “I am the miraculous” […]

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Fourteen Questions/Musings Provoked by Austin Allen’s “Where He Is”

October 3, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Dan Albergotti on “Where He Is” by Austin Allen What if hell is a studio in Burbank? What if someone invents a mechanism to measure weeping levels? Think of the practical applications, of the vials—the vats!—of tears kept on file in cavernous research labs, of the value as a physical polling device. The tears […]

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Door into the Dark

September 12, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Austin Allen on “Meant, in Time to Crack” by Stephen Kampa The speaker of Stephen Kampa’s “Meant, in Time, to Crack” is seeking a revelation—not desperately but methodically, the way you’d test a combination lock: I count the seconds, click by weighted click, As though they were the tumblers to a safe           I meant, […]

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Lineages and Lines

September 6, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Stephen Kampa on “Tower Scheherazade” by Austin Allen I suspect that for many writers with formal inclinations, Kay Ryan has opened up new possibilities for short-lined verse. There have been other models, of course. Alan Shapiro uses short free verse lines with wit and panache when he writes, . . . the very air […]

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Angry Red Eye

August 30, 2016

Contributor’s Marginalia: Ruth Williams on “The Petty Politics of the Thing” by Kathryn Nuernberger I used to have a postcard hanging over my desk of a photograph from Cindy Sherman’s self-portrait series. In it, Sherman is dressed in an ill-fitting, black 80s-style skirt suit. At her sides, her fists are clenched so tight you can see […]

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