February 3, 2024
Reply to Mr. Wheelwright
When the editors informed me of their intention to publish in the fall issue, together with my “The New Naturalism,” a criticism by Mr. Philip Wheelwright, I fell in with […]
December 5, 2023
On Waiting
The Kenyon Review · “On Waiting” by Sarah Minor At first, I waited to get older. I waited for summer, then I waited for summer to run out. I waited […]
December 5, 2023
The Desire We Were Becoming
The Kenyon Review · ” The Desire We Were Becoming” by Jenny Apostol In the fall of 1977, during our senior year of high school, Luis Buñuel’s final masterpiece, That […]
November 28, 2023
Time Management
The Kenyon Review · “Time Management” by Oz Johnson I first heard of management consulting as a freshman at Stanford. The resident advisor of my dorm, a junior, said it […]
November 28, 2023
Flight Risk
The truth is, I wanted it to be something that sounded complex, something that matched how I felt on the inside. “But I just don’t think we should rule out […]
September 29, 2023
Black Estrangement: An Introduction
Dear Reader, “How are you?” feels like an insensitive question in 2023. More so if you don’t sit down with someone or give them space to think aloud and find […]
September 12, 2023
Chicken Soup: Seven Attempts
to say it happens, unaided, without sanction, would be untrue — “Pathology,” Ife-Chudeni A. Oputa 1. The kitchen on Medway was our initial sanctuary. You know the place. Thirty-year-old appliances the […]
September 9, 2023
The Lantern, the Lightning, the Sea, and the Raft
The relationship between pattern and the meaningful disruption of that pattern gives poetry the muscularity required to become memorable. —Carl Phillips, “Muscularity and Eros: On Syntax” All Carl Phillips poems […]
September 8, 2023
Its Ineffability Demands Another Larynx: On Sound, Grief, and Dionne Brand’s Inventory
Black Sound[1] A grief happened. A loved one lost a loved one, and in wanting to grieve, I remembered every other grief, and a string of loved ones gathered in […]
September 6, 2023
Labor of Memory
It wasn’t until my father was in his seventies, just a few years before he passed away, that I learned that his father, a Panama Canal tugboat captain, had once […]
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 […]