Issue 138

Summer & Fall 2010

  • Welcome to the debut issue of TriQuarterly Online. After a distinguished history as an international literary magazine, this university-sponsored print journal, which has been edited by Charles Newman, Elliott Anderson, Reginald Gibbons, and Susan Hahn, now launches in electronic form. You'll find outstanding new fiction, creative nonfiction, poetry, and drama, plus book reviews, interviews, commentary, and a lively blog. The electronic format also allows us to present work from TriQuarterly's extensive print archives. We hope you enjoy this new form of what has been one of the premier literary journals of the nation, and we look forward to receiving your comments and responses on our blog.

    Faculty Advisers: Gina Frangello, Susan Harris
    Managing Editor: Cheryl Reed
    Technical Adviser: Matt Wood
    Copy Editor: A. C. Parker
    Staff: Charles Berret, Danielle Burhop, Aaron DeLee, Tedd Hawks, Julianne Hill, Sarah Jenkins, Mimi Nguyen, Dana Norris, Hana Park, Lana Rakhman, Ankur Thakkar, Stephanie Tran, Gina Vozenilek, Jeremy Wilson, Whitney Youngs, Nate Zoba

Poetry Hannah Sanghee Park Poetry Hannah Sanghee Park

The Body Electric

Plot me: (x,0) (0,x) on the body

the body pumping: blood type O (one hopes) the body

processing: O (element)

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Poetry Hannah Sanghee Park Poetry Hannah Sanghee Park

X,O

Well-worn sea-eyed, that was the year of the Ox,

the year of the unknown (x), the placeholder (0)

strands of x’s and o’s placed in the impossible soft of your palms

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Poetry Hannah Sanghee Park Poetry Hannah Sanghee Park

Proofs for Spring

I.

Descending frost to freshet, vernal-laved

deluging—Had we empty hands we’d shred

delphiniums and let the petals (frayed,

depleted), hard perfume the waterbed,

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Poetry Hannah Sanghee Park Poetry Hannah Sanghee Park

Ode on Pride (In Triplicate)

turn

There is nothing to be said about it.

Streamed wind and waterspray duetting hard

against the house. These days are clipped

from someone’s fowler’s snare—that is,

with cruel abandon, rags and bones (no heart).

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