Issue 145

Winter & Spring 2014

  • Welcome to the new TriQuarterly. In addition to the most recent issue and featured content, our homepage now features The Latest Word, a new component designed to keep you up to date with the latest TQ content while providing deeper integration with all of our social media outlets. Additionally, the What’s New page features an infinite scroll of TQ content. Our responsive new design includes upgraded functionality on mobile devices, enhanced audio and video presentation, and improved search functions to promote streamlined content interaction. We’re also expanding our Past Issues section and presenting digitized selections from our rich print archive. We open with TriQuarterly 116, the New Pastoral issue, guest edited by John Kinsella and Susan Stewart. We’ll be adding content regularly, so please check back for updates. We thank our media architect, Harlan Wallach, and his team of technical advisors, Nick Gertonson, Alex Miner, and Rodolfo Vieira, who have designed and built our beautiful new home. We hope you will enjoy exploring the new site, where you’ll continue to find bright, new work from both established and emerging voices.

    This issue features compelling new short stories from Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, John Dufresne, and Ron Rash, and an excerpt from Zimbabwean author Tsitsi Dangarembga’s forthcoming novel, Chronicle of an Indomitable Daughter. We have new poems from Kwame Dawes, Timothy Liu, and Beth Bachmann, along with creative nonfiction from Rilla Askew, Garry Cooper, and Bonnie Nadzam. We are also excited to share three new works of cinepoetry, and a group of poems curated by Mary Hawley of Chicago’s Palabra Pura poetry reading series.

    We couldn’t be happier to share Issue 145 and the new site with you. Enjoy the work, and, as always, thank you for reading TriQuarterly.

    Cheers,

    Matt Carmichael


    Managing Editor: Matt Carmichael
    Assistant Managing Editor: Dan Schuld
    Faculty Advisor: Susan Harris
    Literary Editor: S.L. Wisenberg
    Director of Planning: Reginald Gibbons
    Media Architect: Harlan Wallach
    Technical Advisors: Alex Miner, Rodolfo Vieira, Nick Gertonson
    Copy Editor: Lys Ann Weiss
    Undergraduate Intern: Erik Tormoen
    Fiction Editors: Carrie Muehle, Dan Schuld, Ankur Thakkar, Stephanie Tran
    Nonfiction Editors: Michelle Cabral, Karen Zemanick
    Poetry Editor: C. Russell Price
    Social Media Editor: Ankur Thakkar


    Staff: Ignatius Aloysius, Ish Harris-Wolff, Ahsan Awan, Rebecca Bald, Jen Companik, Jim Davis, Aaron DeLee, Jesse Eagle, Adrienne Gunn, Beth Herbert, Noelle Havens, Alex Higley, Sarah Hollenbeck, Nath Jones, Jen Lawrence, Adam Lizakowski, Marina Mularz, Amber Peckham, Lydia Pudzianowski, Nate Renie, Mark Rentfro, Paula Root, Tara Scannell, Michi Smith, Travis Steele, Megan Sullivan, Myra Thompson

Image from War Movie

Poetry Beth Bachmann Poetry Beth Bachmann

shell

Fingers in the mouth make mud

into a poultice to warm the dead. Only water moving fighter slow can’t get out til

something goes in, above and below meeting at ice or lotus or iris. Look at me

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Poetry Tara Hart Poetry Tara Hart

pine

When I was eight, the sweet beast of my body would

wake in a moment to beautiful boathouse smells

of batshit, warmed tar, drops of oily gas, beer

cans on vinyl cushions; it would snap

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Poetry Eugene Gloria Poetry Eugene Gloria

The Holler

I’m opening up & then shutting down

Why this compulsion to tell everyone

when I should keep it zipped

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Poetry Becka Mara McKay Poetry Becka Mara McKay

Hypnagogic (Hands)

They fly like gulls to the rose of your throat

a surface made more tender by the flight

of your fingers in the oh no of gestures

to the valley of come quickly at the notch

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Poetry Jennifer Raha Poetry Jennifer Raha

Directive

You want to stop the car.

To not proceed any further

into the place you have been

and the place you continue to go.

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Poetry Timothy Liu Poetry Timothy Liu

Cherish

He puts his mouth on me even if

it means ruin. He says we can't

do it in his house or bed, his wife

will know, then shoves my hand

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Poetry Amy Woolard Poetry Amy Woolard

While Away

When the satellite signal berserks, the conversations

Begin. Today’s devotional: Windex scattershot, ecstatic

Gasp of the punctured cat food tin. It seems everything

Within earshot has something to say. The linoleum unpeels

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Poetry Amy Woolard Poetry Amy Woolard

Things Go South

Always trust a red door

On a black Camaro, thighs

Sticking to the vinyl in the June

Sun, pinking up the place.

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