Issue 139

Winter & Spring 2011

  • Welcome to the second issue of TriQuarterly Online. In the months since we launched, we've attracted an enthusiastic audience from around the world, and can boast visitors from over a hundred countries on six continents. In this and every issue you'll find outstanding new fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry, 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 look forward to receiving your comments and responses at triquarterlyonline@northwestern.edu.


    Managing Editor: Dana Norris
    Faculty Advisor: Susan Harris
    Technical Advisor: Matt Wood
    Copy Editor: Ruth Goring
    Graduate Fellow: Ari Bookman

    Book Review Editor: Charles Berret
    Fiction Editors:Danielle Burhop, Tien (Mimi) Nguyen, Ankur Thakkar, Stephanie Tran
    Nonfiction Editors:Charles Berret, Sarah Hollenbeck, Dana Norris
    Poetry Editors: Aaron DeLee, Lana Rakhman

    Staff: Emily Ayshford, Alex Bergstrom, Allison Bletnitsky, Alana Buckbee, Jen Companik, Katherine Defliese, Schuyler Dickson, Ann Gadzikowski, Cathy Gao, Barbara Ghoshal, Dane Hamann, Noelle Havens, Tedd Hawks, Beth Herbert, Sarah Jenkins, Sarah Kalsbeek, Jen Lawrence, Kevin McFarland, Erin McNulty, Sambath Meas, Ashley Mohney, Hana Park, C. Russell Price, Vanessa Bates Ramirez, Paula Root, Misty Shelley, Virginia Smith, Leah Struass, Megan Sullivan, Matt Tzuker, Elizabeth Winkowski, Karen Zemanick

Poetry Daniel Wenger Poetry Daniel Wenger

The criminal is young and impossible

There was a death in the park and the men came running after it, their legs mysterious with speed, and

circling like weather they found him hard-packed on the dirt in the clearing near the fountain. His eyes

were utensils, strict and sharp. The men upset the dry ground clockwise, heads low in disguise.

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Poetry Daniel Wenger Poetry Daniel Wenger

The criminal is young and invisible

I turned to the boy with the camera and asked him for his neck

but his neck was very busy and his blue hair was an advertisement

for rejection. So I kept on breathing his air like a desiccant

drawing the lines in, blowing up in a shrinking space. I was

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