Our Table by Harry McEwan

Marion had made all the arrangements herself. It was no great feat, though. For almost three decades of marriage, she had always managed things perfectly. Exotic travel, hotel rooms, philharmonic tickets, private museum tours, five-star restaurant reservations. Her husband and children and friends never ceased to marvel how seamlessly her plans unfurled, how gracious she was at every step of their unfurling. Today was no … Continue reading Our Table by Harry McEwan

Poena Damni Z213: Exit by Dimitris Lyacos Gets Worthy Translation from Shorsha Sullivan

The most challenging part about being a brilliant writer in a foreign country is that it can often take years for one’s work to at last be acknowledged on an international level as a result of waiting for a just and accurate English translation. It happened with Patrick Modiano (who didn’t get his due English adaptation until winning the Nobel Prize in 2014) and Elena Ferrante … Continue reading Poena Damni Z213: Exit by Dimitris Lyacos Gets Worthy Translation from Shorsha Sullivan

One Soldier’s Logistics of Trenches by Bruce Edward Sherfield

(counts his breaths) “One day,” a soldier says to his mates, “a man invented this soap but it didn’t work so well. After you washed your hands, the blood was still there. So this man invented a special shampoo that made lots of suds. It smelled so nice as it seeped through your skull, as it cleaned out the mind and whatever happened to be … Continue reading One Soldier’s Logistics of Trenches by Bruce Edward Sherfield

Infallible Rejection by Edmund Hardy

Cross back over not for “accurate devotions” but unspecific feeling, devotees, up on the wall, double cross: you get brighter or that’s too distinguishable: we killed the hen (which laid the golden eggs), its insides red – duplicity & revolution crossed like this, like this, this: what thinking of you won’t empty out, “the belly of the beat”, that’s a far-reaching name. Continue reading Infallible Rejection by Edmund Hardy

Curious about a friend by Zeke Greenwald

Award knowledge to me: I’m curious! Show! It strips you no-how for me seeing. Or if it did, was not woman the first to give up for genius her well-being? No sight could raze a towered nipple, nor bruise. I’m just keen-curious to see you nude. But in sight’s engraving what’s depicted there are whips that make scars’ puffy stain. By light-scratchings I’ll be self-afflicted … Continue reading Curious about a friend by Zeke Greenwald

Find Portable Sanity With Armando Jaramillo Garcia’s The Portable Man

There are two types of writers, whether poets or novelists: the kind that has been ruminating his entire life on something that’s been waiting to come out and the kind that has consistently felt the need to unleash his psychological contents out onto the page. One gets the sense that Armando Jaramillo Garcia is the former, a born poet whose natural talents have decided to … Continue reading Find Portable Sanity With Armando Jaramillo Garcia’s The Portable Man

Why More Writers Need to Take A Page From Nora Ephron’s Book

Nora Ephron: journalist, essayist, novelist, screenwriter. There’s no writing medium she didn’t conquer. And through it all was the Ephron aphorism “everything is copy,” meaning: if you suffer a trauma, use it. Any slight, any sadness, any bad day–just channel it onto the page and not only will you experience release, but probably a piece of prose that’s more meaningful than most of the schlock … Continue reading Why More Writers Need to Take A Page From Nora Ephron’s Book