Issue 143

Winter & Spring 2013

Hello and welcome to the sixth online issue of TriQuarterly. We're excited to feature cinepoems for the first time, in the spirit of Man Ray and Anaïs Nin, but with a few more resources at our disposal than the pioneers of the genre. We are also honored to host a suite of poems from Sterling Plumpp and unpublished work from Toi Derricotte, Angela Jackson, Alexander Chee, Dinty W. Moore, and Kathleen Ossip, among other wonderful writers both familiar and less so. If you thought anything about this issue, please share it with us: triquarterly@northwestern.edu. If you just read and enjoyed, that's perfect too. --L.P.

Managing Editor: Lydia Pudzianowski
Faculty Advisor: Susan Harris
Literary Editor: S.L. Wisenberg
Director of Planning: Reginald Gibbons
Media Architect: Harlan Wallach
Technical Advisor: Alex Miner
Social Media Editor: Ankur Thakkar
Copy Editor: Ruth Goring
Graduate Fellow: Ben Schacht
Undergraduate Intern: Erik Tormoen

Book Review Editors: Amber Peckham, Matt Wood
Chapbook Review Editor: Dan Fliegel
Fiction Editors: Matt Carmichael, Carrie Muehle, Ankur Thakkar, Stephanie Tran
Nonfiction Editor: Michelle Cabral
Poetry Editor: C. Russell Price
Art Director: Laura Svendsen

Staff: Ignatius Aloysius, Rebecca Bald, Jen Companik, Kevin Davis, Aaron DeLee, Vincent Francone, Dane Hamann, Ish Harris-Wolff, Noelle Havens, Elizabeth Herbert, Alex Higley, Sarah Hollenbeck, Martha Holloway, Nath Jones, Jen Lawrence, Phallon Perry, Cory Phare, Jenna Rabideaux, Lana Rakhman, Vanessa Bates Ramirez, Nate Renie, Mark Rentfro, Paula Root, Dan Schuld, Maureen Searcy, Michi Smith, Virginia Smith, Travis Steele, Megan Marie Sullivan, Myra Thompson, Alisa Ungar-Sargon, Karen Zemanick

CJ Hauser 1/14/13 CJ Hauser 1/14/13

A Bad Year for Apples

We had chickens, mostly. I didn’t think I could milk a cow. Brett said “Sure you can,” so there was Sadie who let me duck under her. After, when I held the bucket in my arms, it was warm.

Jo McKendry 1/14/13 Jo McKendry 1/14/13

School

Mrs. Gillespie and my mother are having a glass of sherry in the sitting room and don’t want to be interrupted. “Come here,” Simon Gillespie whispers, and he takes my hand and leads me through the cool, carpeted passageway toward his mother’s bedroom.

Alexander Chee 1/14/13 Alexander Chee 1/14/13

Heaven

Ed pretends he knows what it means when his brother says, “She hates the taste of it.” They are in the yard; Ricky is working on his motorcycle’s muffler and telling him about his new girlfriend.

Dina Nayeri 1/14/13 Dina Nayeri 1/14/13

Akh Joon

I feel tricked. Sometimes it seems that you think you fell out of an elephant’s nose and that I’m just some old fool who happened to be there to catch you.

Tara Ison 1/14/13 Tara Ison 1/14/13

Needles

They’re in Needles for the night. At least, that was the plan. But Rick had shut his cell phone off against her early in the day’s white glare, and she’d lost sight of the weaving truck after his angry cutoff on the westbound I-40, just past the Arizona border.