I feel as saucy as ever—not only because I am independent but because I have gained complete triumph...ah how sweet is revenge.—Catherine Greene Miller Twisting oaks, feral horses, spiny saw palms, coasts rich with turtles’ nests and the grand ruins of Carnegies: part national seashore, part private property, […]
Dear readers, be welcome to Tupelo Quarterly 3, where you will find art of all kinds speaking to the body and the spirit. There is a lovely synchronicity that happens in submissions sometimes, and we are always building in response to the work we receive: this […]
Living Pedagogies I’m in British Columbia, teaching a class in contemporary ethics through Classical texts. Immersed in what I’ve come to think of as my “Iliad in the Wilderness” period, I’m asked to give a visiting faculty lecture on my areas of specialization. […]
For Tupelo Quarterly 4: We’d like to read your stories of teaching and learning moments in which the teacher is as implicated as the student, and there are some real stakes in the lessons. These may happen in or out of a classroom, formally or informally. […]
So you’ve found three knives floating in a barrel next door. Remain calm. Do not get lost in the light flowing from their edges. Prioritize. First thing: you’re manacled by the ankle to a 400- pound black bear, the chain is as long as a full tank goes, […]
The following essay is adapted from a talk delivered as part of a 2012 AWP panel entitled “Telling It Slant: Measures, Meaning and Music in Translating Poetry.” This panel discussion focused on the role of music in translation, and also featured such translators as Ilya Kaminsky, Alexis Levitin, […]
Hello, dear readers – We have so much beauty for you in Tupelo Quarterly 2: Here, you’ll find poetry that made us say “THAT. That is why poetry,” and interviews with poets opening up process and projection, the poet’s gaze and the reader’s, the subjectivity of […]
One of the primary pleasures of editing a journal is coming across a writer whose work blows your mind while the presence of their voice in the writing landscape fills you with relief. Many thanks to TQ Senior Poetry Editor Tanya Jarrett for soliciting this […]
On the high hills, six white horses eat gray sky. Snow has fallen, soft as flannel on the stoney road. A wrong turn has taken me to this lost place. In my jacket pocket, coins left through seasons, waiting for some felt future, some frivolous dream. At what cost […]
after a photograph by Riitta Ikonen and Karoline Hjorth He stands in a salt marsh up to his knees in the black water. Around him sedges and rushes grow waist high. Over his shoulders he wears a long shawl of cord grass which with one arm he clasps […]
