Natalie Bakopoulos on what makes one Greek, Harry Mark Petrakis on life in Greece today, Bob Brunk on setting a Samuel Beckett poem to music, Ilan Stavans on Andrés Serrano’s Piss Christ, Eric Torgersen on the Rilke of spiritual seekers.
Fiction by George Choundas, Amber Burke, D. Seth Horton, Jill Logan, Jennifer Moses, Tony Tulathimutte
Poetry by Anne Barngrover, Karen Kevorkian, Campbell McGrath, Rachel Richardson
*fiction by Rebecca Makkai* It was the first two boys in the classroom at 8:25 who started tapping the glass of the cage. “Kirby’s dead!” one of them shouted—later she couldn’t remember who it was, though she was sure Michael Curtis had been in the class that year, and he’d have been the type to shout, the type for drama. “He’s like this,” Michael said, lolling his tongue out and choking himself.
*fiction by Douglas Trevor* Theobald Kristeller settled into his chair in the early printed text room of the British Library. The reading area was deathly quiet, save when one of the youngish, gung-ho librarians stumbled upon someone not using one of the book cradles properly, or writing notes in pen. Theo had himself once been upbraided for letting a first edition of Robert Persons’s De Persecutione Anglicana slip into his lap. “But it’s Persons!” he had exclaimed incredulously. “No one cares about Robert Persons!”
*fiction by Kelsey Ronan* Behind her, Tianna laughs. “Listen to her,” she guffaws. She repeats “dark with anguishhh,” in her white girl voice, the words theatrically elongated. “Who you tryna be?” Tianna’s laughter ripples around the room. Monae turns quickly back and stares down at her desk. Her face burns. Miss McCorkle ineffectively repeats, “Students, students,” but all the eighth graders are so relieved to be pulled away from this impossible poem and given something familiar to ridicule that they laugh and laugh.