Paris, 8 a.m.

Paris, 8 a.m.

Congratulations to our contributor Elizabeth Spires whose new “Zenny Poetry” book “A Memory of the Future” just dropped from W. W. Norton & Company. Here’s a look at her poem “Paris, 8 a.m.” (from our dossiers poésies).  ...
Denis Johnson / Our Feature by the Waters

Denis Johnson / Our Feature by the Waters

The tide is out. The sea stinks like a sewer. An airplane lays itself down like a hand upon the world. There’s a drive-in theater over there, eleven thousand tons of sand changing imperceptibly in its embrace, and one blank and horrified janitor with a face that...
Body Surfing with Bruce Jacobs

Body Surfing with Bruce Jacobs

Body Surfing In a glass dish on my desk, a candle flame heaves its way toward nothing. This life is a thick swim. Invisible water, with the grainy cling of earth. Its spherical touch sealed around my skin. The naked trees know, awash in poured fog that sinks through...
Reading Rookland

Reading Rookland

Review by Anniebelle Quattlebaum My mother, though Chinese, never had patience with chopsticks. Last week, I discovered chopsticks holding the toilet seat together. With golden dragons snaking across the design, they blazed China-red against the porcelain throne in my...