September 1, 2023
Forage
The Kenyon Review · “Forage” by Carter Sickels Not long after my grandfather died, my mother told me she had a dream about him. He was sitting on the edge […]
September 1, 2023
I Made Chicken Soup
January 2. I am not allowed into the surgical center where the procedure will happen. I am to remain in the parking lot — on the premises, the nurse told Anna on […]
September 1, 2023
I Made Marcella Hazan’s Bolognese
January 1. I want to start out feeling like I accomplished something this year. First day of 2022, and the onions are sharp, have me blurry eyed and doubled over […]
September 1, 2023
The Woman from Angers
The Kenyon Review · “The Woman from Angers” by Catherine Kim I. Proposals When I was growing up, our family seemed unremarkable and predictable in every way. My parents, and […]
August 31, 2023
Stream
You enter my eye as if willingly, a flesh-filled hologram, acids and enzymes teething on your figure’s edge. Satellite, illusory bird’s-eye view: circling, bright bite through the dark window, desiring […]
August 31, 2023
Rocky II
August 31, 2023
Rocky I
August 31, 2023
Self-Portrait: A Triptych
And after Draped across the foot of the bed, some mute thing wrecked down to my constituent parts. The animals that come to live as my body — the stomach and […]
August 31, 2023
Someone’s at the Door
Confused pessary for ossuary plastic ring for a house of bones a stone box for the sinking earth another way to imagine collapse prolapsarian the apple its seeds its vascular […]
August 31, 2023
Who Will Play Salaheddin?
Everything had to be put on hold until we found the right person. It wasn’t funny. When Scorpion the son led us into that office one day — it was creepy, had […]
August 31, 2023
Roleplay
The Kenyon Review · “Roleplay” by Zoe Bossiere As an amateur fortune teller, Katie’s favorite after-school activity was predicting the future. Too young for tea leaves or tarot cards, instead […]
August 31, 2023
Lo-Fi Citadels
Now that I have been estranged from them, the corridors and signals of the grid seem little more than an intrusion on the landscape and the people commuting through it, […]