Poetry |
“Carrying Off the Ravens”
Poetry |
“Of Lunar Note”
Fiction |
“Pierogi”
“I say, my mother is currently playing the part of a cool pal — not asking too many questions — whereas once, she said of herself: grandparent TBD.”
Poetry |
“The Guardian” and “In a Minute”
Essay |
“On Place”
“When we say place, we often mean space. A space for this life. Elbow room. A room of one’s own. Sometimes a transit space. Between habitats, natural or alien. Littoral zone. Comfort zone.”
Poetry |
“The Arborists”
Interview |
Food, Drink & Poetry: A Conversation with Emily O’Neill
“I think of the emotional connection between big life events and food, like — what was I eating when my dad died? Was I eating when my dad died? Or what do you eat when you break up with someone, or what do you eat when you’re depressed?”
Fiction |
“Having Spoken”
“And through my own eyes having known the clumsiness of a life bearing out, the labored O of a mouth mouthing ‘born, born, born.'”
Poetry |
Five Poems by Ferhad Pirbal
Fiction |
“Grad School” and “The Graphic Canon”
“You write your thesis on how to tell the no-wooden-toys-no-vaccination moms at your daughter’s daycare that you work part-time at Arby’s because teaching 160 first-year college students doesn’t pay all the bills.”
Fiction |
“Quiet Street (Neighborhood Watch Meeting #131)”
“Bassists hide behind their hair. Black is all the bassist wears. The bass will reach our kids long before it sneaks into our weak, tin ears.”