March 1, 2024
From the Fort Behind the Conifers
After the fire it rains dandelions and we wear the fall like coats of paint on some small immortal toolshed. The game is this: You are a snake charmer. I […]
March 1, 2024
The Tender Axis
Mary Godwin sits at her desk. It is 1816, and she has just finished the first draft of Frankenstein. She had wanted the novel to better fit the prompt: Tell […]
March 1, 2024
月
The Kenyon Review · “月” by Chengru He (a) there is always a waxing crescent in poetry between the new moon and full phase rising hanging itself on top of […]
March 1, 2024
The Factory
My car in blowing snow in Romanija turns a pirouette in the ditch, already small hands knock at the windows, men in wolfskins and Puma tracksuits, they wrench me out, […]
March 1, 2024
Investigation 46
There was a cool morning late in October, I woke from a kind of half sleep that requires blinking, and I watched through the window a spider crawl between the […]
March 1, 2024
Investigation 17
I found you where the bow split and rings of time ridged themselves into the seafloor. Today in the Atlantic, a metal tube carrying five men down to the depths […]
March 1, 2024
Investigation 15
Our autobiography looks like this: Doisneau’s gaze, Stieglitz’s steerage, Weegee’s New York, Lartigue’s spontaneity, Salgado’s Argentina, Taro’s funeral, Bresson’s puddle, Foreman’s escape, Bourke-White’s spinning wheel, Leibovitz’s swan, Eisenstaedt’s lovers, Halsman’s […]
March 1, 2024
Investigation 12
Barthes liked beginnings. I like endings. What does it say that I feel most comfortable closing a door? Ending a sentence? Blotting out the sun with my fist? Perhaps the […]
March 1, 2024
Investigation 9
If a photograph is never a memory, then you were never a memory. That means there never was Montone in the fall. A food festival. We didn’t eat homemade tagliatelle; […]
March 1, 2024
Investigation 3
There can’t be a story for an object of light. The second you try to hold it the emptiness takes over. One rebounds the beauty by looking at it, imagining […]
March 1, 2024
New Mercies
The Kenyon Review · “New Mercies” by Emily Doyle Kori has never seen a penis. Not fully. Not free of clothes and springing away from a dense tangle of hair. […]
February 29, 2024
A Lunch Date
Across the table from each other we sat in the nervous light of our eyes, one Virginia afternoon, as women might decide to eat or not eat together. Everywhere I […]