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Sometimes the TLR issue titles are esoteric because they are trying to capture the elusive theme that links all the stories and poems in a given issue. Sometimes the titles are trying to capture an elusive theme as well as … Continued
Sometimes the TLR issue titles are esoteric because they are trying to capture the elusive theme that links all the stories and poems in a given issue. Sometimes the titles are trying to capture an elusive theme as well as … Continued
(Buffalo, NY: Sunnyoutside, 2015) You know that guy in your office? You know the one I’m talking about. That guy. The one that is always the last person to get in and the first to leave. The one that disappears … Continued
To Cui Hao: Their people mounted the yellow crane but who is freer at the top? The yellow crane has been moving for a while, or is already gone by the time my word arrives that white clouds have emptied … Continued
Translated from Polish by Ewa Hryniewicz-Yarbrough Endless trouble, this wind Here on the river black at this time of year When shallow ruts glazed with ice crackle. Digging into memory as if digging into the recesses of a walnut He looked … Continued
(New York, NY: Four Way Books, 2015) At some point or another, all of us will experience grief. It’s our natural response to the loss of someone or something we love dearly. At least that’s what the self-help books say, … Continued
Broccoli eggs in bed after this boy managed to break through my nervousness and dignity so I’d actually have sex with him instead of simply canoodling on the couch for hours. The eggs were delicious, and he spooned them into … Continued
sugar I wasn’t sure what to make of it when my daughter sat at the breakfast table with a cigarette butt in one hand and a Skittle in the other. Karen had attempted to hide them from me, clenching her … Continued
(Cleveland, OH: Cleveland State University Poetry Center, 2015) If you’ve ever driven down a mountain road at night, you have some idea of what it’s like to pick up Lee Upton’s new poetry collection Bottle The Bottles The Bottles The … Continued
A house is an elephant I live in I live in one room and death is also in it like a plant I forget sometimes to water With time I can forget anything Lost to me have been some lakes … Continued
I was convinced, based on absolutely no evidence, that Rebecca Newberger Goldstein’s new book 36 Arguments for the Existence of God: A Work of Fiction would address the sublime (which I had designated the secret leitmotif of this issue). Making … Continued
(Los Angeles, CA: Heartworm Press, 2015) Exactly how dangerous is it to stare at the sun? This is a question that I find myself asking throughout Eric Paul’s second poetry collection, A Popular Place To Explode. No, the book isn’t particularly … Continued
My cat is taking drugs again. I’m pretty sure he’s getting them from this neighborhood boy named Alex, a mouth-breathing white kid with cornrows. Chopsticks, my cat, is a 6 year-old tabby I adopted from a kitten rescue program after my girlfriend … Continued
Translated by Yardenne Greenspan (New York, NY: New Vessel Press, 2015) Alexandrian Summer is a novel where the vibrancy of small sins and the relentless toll of everyday unhappiness surrounds and transforms the characters; where nobility fails to lift lives above … Continued
Edison High and Kwonsun Hakkyo In a way, my parents met in high school. They were pen pals for three years. As a graduation gift, my American grandparents agreed to send my father to Korea; eleven months after that trip, … Continued
a couple names their child Baked Ziti then she is orphaned this is one example of the joke against humanity a man beside you on the train has been diagnosed with a learning disorder his doctor sends him home with … Continued
(New York, NY: New Directions, 2015) It may come as a surprise to many readers of Fran Ross’s Oreo, recently rereleased by New Directions, that upon the book’s first appearance in 1974, the story failed to find its audience. Oreo … Continued
Willowbrook Road is a fierce run of valleys and curves. The fog settles down just after dark, the temperature drops, and the cool dampness slides into the grass. The deer, the sloths, and the groundhogs come out - glinting at … Continued
With the Versailles Treaty of 1919 the Danish-German border is the only one that is saved Some countries like Poland, e.g. change their size and form and placement under cover of night It is POles with headscarves it … Continued
Translated from the Bulgarian by Angela Rodel (Rochester, NY: Open Letter, 2015) The unnamed narrator of Georgi Gospodinov’s inventive, ambitious novel The Physics of Sorrow suffers from “pathological empathy or obsessive empathetic-somatic syndrome,” most acutely in his childhood. “Over the years … Continued
this time, the fennel bulb won’t burn out, i tell you. her name is Naji and her voice is deep. the aloe doesn’t like the sunshine, but today, it likes her. the gold dots in the air agree, wheeing and … Continued
My father is watching in amazement as my phone rings but I don’t pick it up. “You’re not going to answer that?” he asks, incredulous. “No,” I say. He’s seventy-one, reading the Times, wearing a black sweat suit and sipping … Continued
(Minneapolis, MN: Milkweed Editions, 2015) Parneshia Jones’s poetry collection Vessel celebrates life with story and with lyric. Jones grew up an African-American girl in Chicago, and these reflective poems carve out for the reader a portrait of a life and … Continued
We’re getting a little bored, so I ask my girlfriend if she wants to play the game tonight. She says she does. I was hoping she’d say that. Every time we play the game, it brings us a little closer … Continued
Black oak chain-sawed into smaller logs, milled to board, sanded smooth in the barn, then doweled and fit with precision. Grandma’s buffet holds good china, stained glass in the doors, one pane cracked: to fix it would mean taking everything … Continued
Translated from Russian by Carol Ueland and Robert Carnevale (New York, NY: Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2015) In 1989, I was a sophomore at a small Midwestern college. My friends and roommates were largely apolitical and, if I am going to … Continued
the whole room fills up with iced tea, something gives: the sun peels from your window, a sugared lemon, whole, flaming, hanging there. You tell them they must: puncture your chest with a straw to suck all the empty out, … Continued
We haven’t been friends for a while, you and I, but you should know I’ve been watching you. You’re growing your hair long—it looks good. There’s still that curl in front, though, the one you hated so much. Back during … Continued
(New York, NY: Persea, 2011) One blistery spring evening last year, I wandered into the Free Library of Philadelphia for a poetry reading. It was Monday. I sat between a throng of grad students and a pair of office workers, attempting to … Continued
Madeline wore stockings, which Julia thought would’ve looked sexier if her shoes had a higher heel, or any heel at all, really. She must have walked into all rooms, including this one—Julia’s studio apartment—like a patient, silently clutching a purse … Continued
lobster is a delicacy to lobster, and possessed of the ability to drop and grow back claws, lobster is not known to feed off of itself. The temptations of self-sufficiency are great, but not great enough, nor is it the … Continued