• Craft Lecture, Online Feature
    Azareen Van der Vliet Oloomi

    I had never seen someone thrive in close proximity. I had never seen someone choose to live. I did not know what that would look like, and even though I chose to say yes based on an instinct of survival or an unperturbed curiosity, I am still learning to live inside that yes and to choose it every day.

    Media, Podcast

    In which Joanna Pearson does not fear the ghosts in the attic.

    The Conglomerate
    Adam Ross

    I am convinced it is art that frets us out of this sort of thinking and, by newly minting the world, can bolster the foundations upon which our civilization is built.

    Poetry
    Monica Youn

    In the Korean story when the king told the lovers that they must be parted, exiling them to opposite ends of the sky, it was the magpies who volunteered to make a bridge of their bodies, once a year, so that the lovers could meet.

    Nonfiction
    W. Ralph Eubanks

    Maxine Clair’s coming-of-age novel in stories, Rattlebone, is one of those books that deserves to be brought out of the shadows of African American literature and back into the spotlight it so rightly deserves.

    Fiction
    Susan Minot

    You lie on top of soft white sheets, your bones sinking below to the smooth wooden floor. The ceiling is a white cloth, scooped into a tent point at the center below a thatched roof. Already you feel the relief of not being surrounded by your shelves, your kitchen, your books. You think, When I get home, I will get rid of everything.

    Poetry
    Randall Mann


    The truth is
    I’ve had minor
    abstraction surgery,
    can you tell.

    Fiction
    Xavier Navarro Aquino

    “They say that’s where dreams take flight. That’s where you go and get into brujería. You call your ancestors and they do shit for you. Like a séance.”

    Review
    Tara K. Menon

    The stated intention of the Booker Prize is to select “the best sustained work of fiction written in English and published in the UK and Ireland” over a single year. The judges are bound by no criteria except this. This raises at least three questions. Is this a worthy goal? Does the Booker Prize actually do this? And finally, should the Booker Foundation be in charge of this mission?

    Poetry
    Major Jackson

    How do I know you’re not climbing the lines
    in this poem, folding magic into your hearts?

    Nonfiction
    Roger Reeves

    Where is there to go when our deaths feel so imminent, as if waiting for us in front of the case of oranges in the produce aisle at the grocery store, in my daughter’s every question, in her face when a siren comes blaring past the car?

    Fiction
    Sheba Karim

    Once inside, Shilpi turned to face Ruby in the narrow foyer, framed by a wall of family portraits displayed in chronological rows. Directly above Shilpi’s head was a photo of Shilpi, Ravi, Kartik, and Ishika midair in matching lumberjack shirts, jumping over a pile of autumn leaves.

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