No. 27
No schism occurs without a few pangs and regrets, of course. The animals had heretical ideas, but sometimes they seemed herer than we were. Maybe it was because bits and bytes flew over their heads. Maybe the animals were only ever going to listen to someone who spoke in moons and stars. Of course we never would have stooped to that, pandering to wallabies and penguins, handing out stars like handing out candy. If only there had been some river that could have washed all that magic off, all that moonshine, without washing them away as well.
—Amy Leach
Correspondence
137 Northeast Regional
No. 27 • Mónica de la Torre
I would have fallen in love with him too had not so many others done so already.Essay
Strangers
No. 27 • Amy Leach
Now that our intelligence, having accelerated for centuries, has almost attained unimpeachability, we are not taking it lightly.Fiction
A Few Necessary Questions
No. 27 • John L’Heureux
It was cruel, it was unspeakable, to allow innocence to mock itself this way.Portfolio
The Travelogues of Ahmad Fа̄ris Shidyа̄q
No. 27 • Ahmad Fа̄ris Shidyа̄q
The concept of civilization has acquired such popularity.Poetry
Calligraphies IX
No. 27 • Marilyn Hacker
Remember longing / when it was legitimate, / remember writing / in an emerging language.Poetry
After Pasternak, 1917
No. 27 • Reginald Gibbons
in dark / cold sleep, each branch a midnight / candelabrum of the cosmos.Poetry
Dear Millennium, On The Debt Of Love Among Strangers
No. 27 • Karen An-hwei Lee
Once I told you, love is a partial /anagram of solvency. Dear millennium, please— / I owe you nothing.Poetry
After Doris Salcedo
No. 27 • Mark Bibbins
Shoes of disappeared women / hovering in holes in wallsPoetry
After Susan Rothenberg’s Untitled Drawing, No. 41, 1997
No. 27 • Lily Brown
The horse gallops / fog under its chinPoetry
Dream Song #322
No. 27 • Daniel Borzutzky
The curtains were the color of red wine / The bedspread the color of sandPoetry
On Silence
No. 27 • Ilya Kaminsky
Such is the silence / of a woman who speaks against silence.Fiction
Zuiver
No. 27 • Eva Speer
History was mutable and distorted… Life had given him permission to play with it.Fellow
Tipping
No. 27 • LaToya Watkins
I always knowed I had some of my momma in me. All that hell. All that hardness.Fellow
Almost Human
No. 27 • Deborah Taffa
They said never to trust an Indian who doesn’t want to go back to his own reservation.Fellow
Diversions
No. 27 • Bruna Dantas Lobato
There isn’t much to tell. Tell me anyway. Soothe this old heart.Archive
Scrapbook Houses
No. 27 • Annie Coggan
Of all Edith Wharton's characters, Lily Bart is most her author's architectural id.Debate
On Plot
No. 27 • Ryūnosuke Akutagawa & Jun’ichirō Tanizaki
I’ve lost my taste for anything that isn’t made up.Fiction
Problems of an Empire
No. 27 • Nanos Valaoritis
How important to designate even the most unimportant occurrence: What is nameless cannot exist.Order A Public Space
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