Delighted to report that we’ve added a terrific new Jennifer Pashley story “Hearts” to the Spring issue, along with four wonderful pieces by Diane Kirsten Martin. And last but not least, an intriguing short nonfiction work by Tiff Holland. Click ‘em at right or drop down the drop down menu above. Note that sometimes that menu drops down, and sometimes not, depending on the “theme” being used. We change our “theme” sometimes, just so you know. Hygiene, etc.
We’ve published the Spring 2013 issue tonight, cleverly avoiding publishing it on April 1. The issue includes work by Baron Wormser, Peter Shippy, Sidney Rifkin (aka ?), Paul Lisicky, Robert Lopez, Lydia Copeland Gwyn and more. All of the work is wonderful and thrilling, so you’ll want to read up right away. Also be aware we’ll be adding material to the issue as the days go by, so keep an eye out.
Sunsets & Silencers is a new print and digital magazine of possible interest to our faithful readers. Take a look in your travels.
Inside my mother’s closet it was cool and dim. Everything fell away: the sound of raised voices, closing doors. I’d breathe in the musky scent of a pashmina embroidered with vines and lilies, run my fingers over a beaded clutch the azure of the Himalayan sky—things my mother brought from India when she boarded the plane that long ago day in the 50s and flew to America. Read the rest of this entry »
Neera hated the Triangle. She hated the Downward Dog, the Warrior II, and the Eagle. She hated the Lotus. She especially hated the Lotus, and the way the teacher, Hans, kept talking about positioning the ass. The word ass came up so many times during the hour long class that her leg started shaking halfway through. She did not want to think of blond Hans’ ass, and what he did with it, any more than she wanted to think about the asses of the rest of the class. Read the rest of this entry »
Now I Am Doubled Over
Allow me to say a few words, he says, and then he says, people think backwards. I say to the person next to me, I can’t believe we’ve allowed this to go on and the person next to me says, I don’t know what you mean. At this point I’m livid, I am beside myself. I think about starting a fire or setting off an explosive but I don’t because that’s not a nice thing to do on a Sunday morning and I don’t have matches on me or kindling or anything that even resembles dynamite so I remain seated beside myself. And it feels especially true because at this point it’s as if I’m both the one who said, I can’t believe we’ve allowed this to go on and the one who said, I don’t know what you mean. Read the rest of this entry »
We’ve gotten an early start with our Winter 2013 issue which you can find at the top of the column to the right. We want to thank particularly Denise Duhamel, Cathryn Hankla, Bruce Smith, Nin Andrews, Teresa Svoboda and Randall Mann for their contributions, solicited by one of our new Associate Editors, Diann Blakely, and anointed by our long time poetry editors Angela Ball and Julia Johnson. Kim Adrian graciously consented to do an interview which you’ll find, along with a lengthy essay on knitting, in the Kim Adrian Feature. And there’s a second piece of Kim’s as well. Mary Miller is an old friend and always a sure bet for first rate fiction, and we’d like to welcome newcomers to New World Writing Susannah Luthi, Jessica Jewell, Caroll Sun Yang and Lynn Kilpatrick who have supplied some startling new work we’re very proud to publish here. We will likely add more material to this issue, so even if you read it all now, be sure to check back in a couple of weeks to see what’s new on the menu.
BlipMagazine has changed its name to New World Writing after the great literary magazine of the 1950’s. They were, of course, thinking of world writing, whereas we are thinking more of the (perpetually) new world. We hesitated in any case, as it is a grand old name and we are perhaps insufficiently grand. Still, with some squinting, we are in the ballpark, or near the ballpark, or in a position from which we can sort of see the ballpark. Or so we hope and imagine.