ZYZZYVA 93 / San Francisco, CA
New England Review 32.3 / Middlebury, VT
DIAGRAM 11.4 / Tucson, AZ
Camera Obscura 3 / Addison, TX
Fiddleblack 2 / Peninsula, OH
Barrelhouse 9 / Washington, DC
Antioch Review Fall 2011 / Yellow Springs, OH
Birkensnake 4 / Providence, RI
Gigantic Sequins 2.2 / Philadelphia, PA
Paris Review 199 / Manhattan, NY
Bateau 4.2 / Northhampton, MA
6x6 24 / Brooklyn, NY
Our first issue of the magazine in early 2008.
There they are, at the bottom of the magazine rack, in the back of the bookstore, on the edge of town: the new fall selection of literary magazines—glossy or matte, covered in author names or simply a snapshot of a girl in a field, labeled with their quirky (Aufgabe), humorous (Forklift, Ohio), or traditional (The
I adore little magazines, but so many come across my desk that I rarely have time to read any of them cover to cover. One exception I always make is Big Muddy: A Journal of the Mississippi River Valley. The journal combines the usual literary fiction, poetry, reviews, and essays with work from other disciplines,
hoot·en·an·ny Pronunciation[hoot-n-an-ee, hoot-nan-] –noun, plural -nies. 1. a social gathering or informal concert featuring folk singing and, sometimes, dancing. 2. an informal session at which folk singers and instrumentalists perform for their own enjoyment. 3. Older Use. a thingumbob. —Random House Unabridged Dictionary Luna Park interview with David Keith and Ken Weathersby, former editors of
Excerpt from Sentence 5. Starling I once knew a guy named Starling, but I don’t know if he could speak Latin and Greek like the one Pliny the Elder heard. I bet my Starling was more like Ben Jonson’s Shakespeare: he knew little Latin and less Greek. Well, I bet he knew “lxnay.” I know
Below are two reviews from Cider Press Review, Volume 8, 2007 The Memory of Gills by Catherine Carter (2006, Louisiana State University Press / $16.95, paper / ISBN: 978-0-8071-3176-3) Reviewed by Caron Andregg To dive into Catherine Carter , The Memory of Gills, is to dive headlong into an embryonic sea teaming with strange, desperate,
The following excerpt is from a story originally published in Mississippi Review volume 35 number 3, the current fiction issue Not Me Shot Dead The main thing that gave them away was the terror of bulletproof body armor, Velcroed on like Superman pecs and abs, which as you can imagine came as a shock. And
The following poem is excerpted from the latest issue of ZYZZYVA, number 81. Death of a Pope If my father had been pope, crowds would have filled the hospice yard with tears and prayer. Bells would have rung. Someone would have lowered flags at Marshfield City Hall. I might have been his chamberlain, touching a
Excerpted from Opium 5, on newsstands now. whisker get your gun (pgs. 1-5 of 16) Estimated Reading Time: 7:43 “Steve,” he says. “But I don’t have to tell you that, do I?” “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, baby,” I say, or some other such crappy thing. He’s older, smells
Last year, our biggest challenge at damselfly press was to rapidly become a well-known journal so that the first issue wouldn’t be filled with anecdotes from the editors—something, anything, just to fill up the blank space. It seemed to be a novice’s idea to try and break into the crowded literary world where on-line journals
There is much to be said for sticking to your strengths, for the exploration of a narrow milieu. In the twentieth century, artists as varied as Martin Ramirez, Charles Bukowski, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and A.J. Liebling exploited the concept of a niche aesthetic, either thematic or stylistic, to great effect. And while we all (or
