MASTHEAD Guest Editors Marie Howe & Christopher Tilghman Executive Director DeWitt Henry Managing Editor & Fiction Editor Don Lee Poetry Editors David Daniel & Joyce Peseroff Editorial Assistant Barbara Tran Circulation Manager Maureen Armstrong Founding Publisher Peter O'Malley Staff Assistant: Barbara Lewis. Staff Intern: Maryn Wergland. Assistant Proofreader: Holly LeCraw Howe. Fiction Readers: Billie Lydia…
“Obscenity” is often not an expression by an individual uttered under great stress and condemned as bad taste, but one permitted and even prescribed by society. —E. E. Evans-Pritchard, British social anthropologist, 1925 Among the Ba-Ila (“among” as if swarming the petri dish of the British Imperialist), there exist expressions used collectively, that is, in…
1. For the one on top, polished, sartorial, but abstracted as Lincoln on his Memorial, fingers tapping the armrests, or flapping his newspaper, time at this connecting stop slows like winter on a mink-oiled Little Leaguer’s glove . . . When each shoe is stripped, finally, of its upper layers of the world, a silver-…
In 1987, Marie Howe's first book of poems, The Good Thief, was selected by Margaret Atwood for the National Poetry Series. Persea Books published the book in 1988, and later that year, it won the Peter Lavan Younger Poet Prize from the Academy of American Poets. Although Howe didn't begin writing poetry seriously until she…
How, in summer, a man and woman, as in Paris, embrace under trees, and the leaves and the grass bend back and sweat amends them, in a park where the squirrels eat well, where the bronze horse could heave off its officer. How it is like water, sex in summer. You cover yourself, your leaves…
on the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad—wheels of the train clacking and clicking I wish it could be rhythm on a drum or church piano something for the folks to remember of working men & Mr. McCorkle Redcap porter dishwasher peach brown lemon yaller black tall and fat working men with those smoking & sweet smelling…
In 1990, Christopher Tilghman published his first book, a collection called In a Father's Place. It was an auspicious debut, the stories lavishly pfaised for their narrative eloquence and emotional weight. Tilghman was featured on the cover of The New York Times Book Review with three other writers, under the banner "New Guys on the…
When I think of you, you disappear in stages, As if I were paralyzed below my heart And wore, like a blanket, a thousand pages Of you on my lap, who come apart In the slightest wind, and disperse Like leaves. I trade you for the universe, Which holds me back When I lean over…
Like that answer written on a trip that after makes no sense, we remember before birth, but cannot force it to the clumsy breath of this wet hurt of a joy we are now. So let that big boy go and find your tribe to ride with. We spilled the apple juice long ago. I…
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