Interview with John Keene
by SOILI SMITH
What does it mean to bring together real factual artifacts such as the Declaration of Independence, and invented ones like the newspaper clippings in the stories? And the archive is sort of essential to this, because what kinds of forms might the archive take?
by CHELSEA BIEKER
I have some things but they are not real. My job isn’t real and I walked away without a word. All I did was enter data into a system. I made many mistakes everyday, but no one caught me and no one cared.
Red roses with blossoms the size of a baby’s head grow wild over the windows, and there is a tiny freshwater pool out back where schools of minnows frantically multiply and move together as one dark, quivering arrow.
BLOOD MOON, summer 2015
by KATIE MERTZ
a little bit in love
and I am beating
myself like a last meal
wearing worry on the skin
and bruised all over
Our Lady of Perpetual Realness
by CASON SHARPE
The crew splits up. I tell Kalale I want to show off my look! She’s like yeah, with the boys. She is right. I know what she means when she says it.
by JOANNA NOVAK
The two men flail on the balcony.
Sky glitters behind them.
One with goalpost arms.
The dork with a toilet bowl mouth.
Salute [May 2014]
by LAUREN BARBATO
The girls had heard from the boys that the boys were looking for the girls. Outside English, History, Spanish class. Inside the gyms, stables, dormitories. For one week only, they were in demand.
A Review of Kids in Triage by Kilby Smith-McGregor
by AARON BOOTHBY
You wake up in a bed, in a hospital, having to remember why you’re there and what has happened to you. You wake up in your bed in the not-hospital, having to remember why you’re not where you were before. In the differentiated days of childhood every day is entirely other, like every person you meet. Everyone is curious, strange, queer. You wonder why what’s happened to you doesn’t happen to another, as if all bodies might be the same body. You learn they’re not. This state doesn’t end after childhood, but you forget that it doesn’t.