Issue 140

Summer & Fall 2011

  • Welcome to the third issue of TriQuarterly Online. In the year 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: Beth Herbert
    Faculty Advisor: Susan Harris
    Copy Editor: Ruth Goring
    Graduate Fellow: Ari Bookman

    Book Review Editors: Charles Berret, Tal Rosenberg
    Assistant Book Review Editors: Leigh Arber, Karen Zemanick
    Fiction Editors: Danielle Burhop, Schuyler Dickson, Tedd Hawks, Sarah Kalsbeek, Ankur Thakkar, Stephanie Tran
    Nonfiction Editors: Sarah Hollenbeck, Dana Norris
    Poetry Editor: Lana Rakhman
    Art Editor: Tien (Mimi) Nguyen

    Staff: Melissa Ackerman, Nataly Arber, Emily Ayshford, Rebecca Bald, Alex Bergstrom, Matthew Carmichael, Jen Companik, Katherine Defliese, Vincent Francone, Cathy Gao, Barbara Ghoshal, Katharine Gingrich, Dane Hamann , Noelle Havens, Russ Hicks, Adam Kovac, Jen Lawrence, Sambath Meas, Kevin McFarland, Amanda Morris, Anthony Opal, Hana Park, Lydia Pudzianowski, Mark Rentfro, Paula Root, Daniel Schuld, Virginia Smith, Leah Strauss, Megan Sullivan, Amanda Tague, Elizabeth Winkowski, Whitney Youngs, Matt Zucker

Poetry Lightsey Darst Poetry Lightsey Darst

My Chains

I did not run off, but I walked off, believing that to be all right.

A comet was seen over north Florida and southern parts of Georgia

yesterday, reported by a mother-daughter pair driving west in a blue wagon.

“Eyes piercing the upper air like one in a dream”

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Poetry Lightsey Darst Poetry Lightsey Darst

Call 911

Dream of an arrow & the palpable world it will make here. “Even that suffering

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I showed you in my dance, let it be called a mystery”

He wasn’t with the police, just an ordinary man, climbing down through

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