* Emily Chew * Do you also do the thing where you imagine getting a handful of your favorite writers drunk in the same room? My version always turns stressful. I spend most of the night worrying that I’ve made Joy Williams a bad martini. Marguerite Duras passes out under the coats. Does the scotch taste cheap to Renata Adler? There’s dirt in the ice cubes. I’m intimidated by Mary Gaitskill’s boots.
* by Elizabeth Dickey *
… little did I know the north half of Ann Arbor would be entirely at my optical disposal. Think Rear Window, but on a larger scale.
by Nathan Go
“…As thoughtful, social beings, we are always editing ourselves, holding back items that we’re not brave enough to say, or might hurt the other person’s feelings or reveal too much about ourselves.”
Stephen Burt examines Laurence Goldstein’s review of Los Angeles poetry, Andrew Bush delves into Nancy Willard and Eric Lindbloom’s The River that Runs Two Ways, Yoon Choi encounters her heritage, Rebecca McKanna loses her virginity, and John Felstiner remembers an elusive figure from his childhood. Fiction by Liliana Colanzi, Claudine Guertin, Toni Mirosevich, Valerie Miner. […]