How are we going to get out of this?

How are we going to get out of this?

I wondered: After all the time we had spent together, had we been placed on this path to collide unavoidably at the end of her life?

This past July, the Sewanee Review held its third annual Fiction, Poetry, and Nonfiction contest. This year we received nearly seven hundred submissions. Today we are pleased to announce the winners.

Let us see through to the center of this maze and focus on what is still beautiful and good. And if we are smart and determined, let us find our path out of this trap.

There will be no putting things back together the way they were before. Like a house ripped apart, like a rift in a family tree, like a country ravaged by pandemic—we must commit to becoming something new. Something made of equal parts heartache and healing.

Every year, we close the summer with our Labor Day staff picks. Though this summer never officially began, our staff has suggested some books to help keep the time over this long weekend, and beyond.

Además de la valentía y la fuerza de trabajo que fueron necesarias para vivir en el pasado en la Patagonia, creo que una de las cosas que me interesaban mientras escribía este libro eran las diferentes maneras en que se intenta aprehender con el lenguaje la naturaleza y nuestra forma de vivir en ella, la variedad de matices que surgen en ese intento.

A thin line exists for me between translation and poetry—not because the versions I make are my own poems; they are not. Rather, I feel my own poems are another piece of my translation practice; or, that all of it is of the same unnamed motion.

I’m moved to think of the expressiveness, inventiveness, and endurance of some works of art I love, and the way they generate imaginative possibilities in me. I’m not surprised my poetry is a space where I seek to explore and understand them.