Prose


Dinosaurs of New Jersey by Leslie Doyle

There’s that feeling—you know it—when the electricity comes back—a light switches on, the refrigerator starts humming, that annoying generator belonging to the people up the street finally stops roaring, you can recharge your phone—and it’s like magic, like a blessing bestowed out of the blue: light, preservation, communication–all that was […]


from A Woman With No Tongue by Daniela Camacho, translated by Sylvia Beato

                                                                                                                  a blow of sunrise in flowers                                                                                    leaves me intoxicated from lilac light and nothing                                                                                                 drunk from paralysis and certainty                                                                                                                         -Alejandra Pizarnik   Intoxicated, no, not from light, no. Drunk and singing psalms, no. The blackest birds of my mouth and the knives, no, from […]


Morning Glories by Shira Dentz

Fruitpicking at a nearby farm, I saw white flowers among the blueberry bushes and wondered whether they were blueberry flowers, somehow having morphed from the blueberry cluster shapes. A kind of translation. That nature extrapolated grace this way quieted me.   A sticking point was the nonblue of the flowers, […]