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Natalie Diaz’s Postcolonial Love Poem Speaks of Rivers and Bodies

Reviews,

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"In this collection, Diaz speaks through the native tongues of bodies of groups that have been erased at the hand of the colonizer. She speaks of land, of rivers, of bodies, of love, and of the pain of a nation fighting to exist again."

—From Nour Al Ghraowi's review of Postcolonial Love Poem

FIELD NOTES

Field Notes,

Artist Spotlight: Nick Perry

BY Will Pellett

Nick and I met in December of 2014 at a holiday party in Lawrence, Kansas. I had just graduated from university and my immediate mission was finding a source of income while keeping my hopes alive of becoming a writer. In the beginning of our collaboration and friendship, we both found common ground in that […]

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How I Entered a Pandemic while Healing from a War’s Wounds

BY Nour Al Ghraowi

What’s the difference, if there are any, between a war and a pandemic? Both are fatal, both allow fear to fester in our bodies, and both prevent us from carrying on with our lives until we somehow get used to it. I’ve experienced both, no break in between to heal the wounds of the war, now with constant fear of illness residing in my body.

Field Notes,

2019 Editor’s Prize Results

BY Taylor Kirby

Winners Selected by judges Carmen Maria Machado, Leslie Jamison, Ada Limón, & Meg Lionel Murphy Fiction: Lady Sings by Mant Bares Nonfiction: To Be Loved by Chloe Vassot Poetry: Cricket Noon by Tennessee Hill Visual Art: Tapadas, Saints and Other Heroines by Kathy Bruce Fiction Finalists Black Girl Inside Outpatient by Maya Pearson Coronation by […]

“I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.”

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Poetry,

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BY Amber Adams

You, leaping from the limestone bluffs of Pueblo Reservoir,

are suspended a moment

with the pelicans, white K-Swiss laces fluttering, red life vest

Fiction,

Home Fries

BY Rivka Galchen

Later my brother and I ate french fries in separate cities, at separate times. As was the natural trajectory of growing up, an arc equally appreciable by Euclid, it was nothing to complain about. There were french fries in cups. french fries alongside fried fish. Fries alone, wrapped in a square of butcher paper.

Nonfiction,

To Be Loved

BY Chloe Vassot

This queer woman who found god in the woods— I’m always trying to believe her.

Fiction,

Lady Sings

BY Mant Bares

I finally told her only two months ago, and since then I haven’t stopping talking: about Bonnie, about prison, about death. I tell myself Adela can handle it, that her work is this kind of suffering. She’d tell me if it made her suffer, too.

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Natalie Diaz’s Postcolonial Love Poem Speaks of Rivers and Bodies

The Sound of The Lion King

Cliff Diving

FIELD NOTES

Artist Spotlight: Nick Perry

How I Entered a Pandemic while Healing from a War’s Wounds

2019 Editor’s Prize Results

“I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story, the delicious ache of a last page.”

FEATURED

Cliff Diving

Home Fries

To Be Loved

Lady Sings