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Flying Toward Destiny

Andrei picked up an unused bread plate from a nearby table. “This is Bishkek,” he said, pointing to one edge. He swept his finger across the plate’s diameter to the opposite side. “Here is Eugene.” Pronouncing the name of my hometown, he emphasized the first syllable, shortened the second: Yew-jin. “It’s mistika.”  I stood next […]

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Andrei picked up an unused bread plate from a nearby table. “This is Bishkek,” he said, pointing to one edge. He swept his finger across the plate’s diameter to the opposite side. “Here is Eugene.” Pronouncing the name of my hometown, he emphasized the first syllable, shortened the second: Yew-jin. “It’s mistika.”  I stood next

A Conversation Between Michael O’Ryan and Karen Solie

Karen Solie was born in Moose Jaw and grew up in rural southwest Saskatchewan, Canada. After working as a reporter for three years for The Lethbridge Herald, she earned an MA in English at the University of Victoria. She is the author of five collections of poetry. Short Haul Engine (Brick Books, 2001) won the

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Karen Solie was born in Moose Jaw and grew up in rural southwest Saskatchewan, Canada. After working as a reporter for three years for The Lethbridge Herald, she earned an MA in English at the University of Victoria. She is the author of five collections of poetry. Short Haul Engine (Brick Books, 2001) won the

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Okimono, Elegy: Little Ivory Fisherman on Stand of Cherry Wood

‘Sometimes,’ I ventured, ‘it doesn’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.’ My children are younger than many objects in my house, a fact I regularly remind them of. “Don’t break that dish, young lady, I’ve had it longer than you.” Not to put them in their place, but to let

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‘Sometimes,’ I ventured, ‘it doesn’t occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty.’ My children are younger than many objects in my house, a fact I regularly remind them of. “Don’t break that dish, young lady, I’ve had it longer than you.” Not to put them in their place, but to let

“Every being is harnessed to another and another and soon”: Harmonizing the Whole in Alessandra Lynch’s Wish Ave

Nearly two-thirds of the way through Wish Ave, I see the question I’d been wondering since the beginning: “Is there a real Wish Ave?” The response is as simple as it is delightful: “Sure. Between Payne Rd and 86th, west of Ditch.” As an Indiana native who grew up driving on and around 86 th

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Nearly two-thirds of the way through Wish Ave, I see the question I’d been wondering since the beginning: “Is there a real Wish Ave?” The response is as simple as it is delightful: “Sure. Between Payne Rd and 86th, west of Ditch.” As an Indiana native who grew up driving on and around 86 th

Aria Aber

You Have to Follow Your Own Music: Malia Maxwell in Conversation with Aria Aber

Aria Aber was born and raised in Germany and now lives in the United States. Her debut poetry collection, Hard Damage, won the Prairie Schooner Book Prize and the Whiting Award. She is a former Wallace Stegner Fellow at Stanford and graduate student at USC, and her writing has appeared in The New Yorker, New

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Aria Aber was born and raised in Germany and now lives in the United States. Her debut poetry collection, Hard Damage, won the Prairie Schooner Book Prize and the Whiting Award. She is a former Wallace Stegner Fellow at Stanford and graduate student at USC, and her writing has appeared in The New Yorker, New

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