Lady with Unicorn, 2015
Courtesy of the artist and Mark Moore Gallery, Culver City, CA
THE CALENDAR OF A QUARTERLY — at least this quarterly —
is marked up most heavily in its moments of overlap. For
instance, today, this day in early spring, as I ruminate over a
table of contents that will come fully into the world next
summer, I am accompanied on my side table by our
first issue of the year. . . .
Cinco de Mayo, a poem by Alicia Ostriker
WHAT'S THAT MOB in the playground where I meant to sit
in sunshine read my book what’s that uproar
P.S. 371 annual party a line for food
a dozen miniature soccer games around the pool no rules . . .
On Grief, an essay by Naira Kuzmich
IMAGINE HERE, if you will, at the start of all this, the wail of
the duduk . A low cry that stretches long, a dancer’s hand
reaching back and reaching forward, a weaver’s thread
pulled taut and trembling. . . .
from Adua, a novel excerpt by Igiaba Scego,
translated by Frederika Randall
I AM ADUA, daughter of Zoppe. Today I came upon the deed
of Laabo dhegah, our house at Magalo, in southern Somalia.
It was hidden away in an old felt bag in storage. It had been
there for centuries but I had never laid eyes on it.. . .
What Size Is Yours, a poem by Robert Dow
MY PAST is the size of my head. My head is somewhat smaller
than a bowling ball. And about the size of a crystal one.
seems much larger than my size 7 and ¼ head can handle.
How do you handle it? How do you hold it up? I’m asking you
The Flame of an Idea, a story by Jorge Yglesias,
translated by Peter Bush
HOUR AFTER HOUR Henrietta sits on her bed of dry leaves,
head bowed and beautiful, never stirring or saying a word.
When the rays of the twilight sun project a cross over the
middle of the cell, her jailers are moved by its impact on
the maiden . . .
Showing What Cannot Be Said: Total War and the
International Project of Modernist War Writing, Part One,
an essay by Nil Santiáñez
WRITING ABOUT WAR is intrinsically difficult. Yet with the
increasing complexity of warfare in modern times, the means
for fully comprehending and portraying military conflicts have
become still harder to grasp and articulate.. . .
Dollmaker, Inventory, Child, a story by Erin Fortenberry
Oren loves the supply closet. He loves to go in and close the
door behind him, to breathe deep the Christmas scent of
adhesive, to run his fingers over the open boxes of Onyx
micro-tips, G-2 refill cylinders, and unsharpened No. 2 pencils.
He loves to choose these things and, finally, to steal.. . .