The poems in Forché’s 1981 collection relate the violence and the normalization of cruelty that she witnessed in El Salvador—a subject she also approaches in her recent memoir—in obliquely crushing, brutal language.
Weaving together her experiences of womanhood, of her Korean-American heritage, of her place within diaspora, poet Jihyun Yun goes beyond simple dualities, privileging instead what remains irreducible in the face of neat labeling.
Regardless of a reader’s background, Meghan O’Gieblyn’s work delves into territory that resonates with us all, shedding light on our current religious climate and on the way religious beliefs influence secular society.
In the thirty-four years since Cecille Pineda’s debut novel was published, she has established herself as a writer and activist with a profound sensitivity to the lives and stories of those living at the world’s margins.
T Kira Madden’s new memoir is ultimately redemptive—it is a book about growing back from brokenness and finding love after a childhood spent longing for it.
Rachel Haley Himmelheber’s recent collection is a critique of society’s desire for well-behaved women—her characters riot and fight against the odds, either out of habitual necessity or because putting up a fight is easier than letting your guard down.
Heraclitus, the “Weeping Philosopher,” described Sybil as “[a] frenzied mouth [that] utter[s] things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed, yet reaches to a thousand years with her voice by aid of the god.” Erica Dawson’s remarkable new book describes our tumultuous present with all the tenacity of Sybil.
I found within Perez’s poetry a dexterous remixing of the settler colonial archive, a deeply lyrical autobiographical sensibility, and a sustained commitment to the decolonization of literature, history, his native Guam, and other mappings.
Suarez opens his 2018 short story collection with a dive into the bizarre nature of Cuba: “Stealing the giraffe wasn’t the problem. Transporting it from the city to the countryside-even at two a.m. on a Wednesday night with a few bribed cops clearing the path-that was another story.”
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