Issue 149

Winter & Spring 2016

  • With Issue 149 we welcome our new video editor, Kristen Radtke, who introduces a trio of videos exploring the spaces between public and private. In these pieces, homes and lives are both haunted and haunting, as domestic, artistic, and personal histories are reviewed, interrogated, and restored. José Orduña details the intimate history of a house, yet denies all claims to either dwelling or memories; Margaret Singer and Max Freeman witness Steve Martin's attempt to revive an artist's reputation after years spent in his partner's shadow; and Sarah Viren meditates on the conception, birth, and existence of a child, and points along the continuum.

    The poetry, fiction, and nonfiction here also move between past and present, charting journeys both actual and emotional. From Elliot Ackerman's expat in Istanbul to Monica Sok's deracinated daughter visiting Angkor Wat, to Karen Brown's refuge for tired travelers, to Craig Bernardini's mother's sacrifice in Argentina, you'll find characters seeking to restablish and redefine family and home.

    In her introduction, Kristen refers to "the exact point of greatest anticipation and possibility." It is at this point that we present this issue and invite you to join the many journeys here.

    Cheers,
    Noelle Havens



    Managing Editor: Noelle Havens
    Assistant Managing Editor: Dane Hamann
    Faculty Advisor: Susan Harris
    Director of Planning: Reginald Gibbons
    Film Editor: Kristen Radtke
    Fiction Editors: Adrienne Gunn, Carrie Muehle, Ankur Thakkar, Stephanie Tran
    Nonfiction Editor: Martha Holloway
    Poetry Editor: Dane Hamann
    Social Media Editor: Ankur Thakkar
    Copy Editor: Lys Ann Weiss
    Media Architect: Harlan Wallach
    Technical Advisors: Alex Miner, Rodolfo Vieira, Nick Gertonson

    Staff: Ahsan Awan, Emily Barton, Jen Companik, Aaron DeLee, Jesse Eagle, Jeshua Enriquez, Dan Fliegel, Andrea Garcia, Ish Harris-Wolff, Katie Hartsock, Alex Higley, Barbara Tsai Jones, Katharine Kruse, Jen Lawrence, Adam Lizakowski, Robin Morrissey, Marina Mularz, Troy Parks, Lydia Pudzianowski, Nate Renie, Mark Rentfro, Paula Root, Caitlin Sellnow, Michi Smith, Megan Sullivan, Adam Talaski, Myra Thompson, Ted Wesenberg

Image from This is Not My Home

Poetry Josh Kalscheur Poetry Josh Kalscheur

Monogamy Picture

In an open room of a clean theatre

two children concentrate on rolling

a thousand napkins with the right

crease. That is intimacy. I am no longer

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Poetry Josh Kalscheur Poetry Josh Kalscheur

Vandalism Picture

Here’s a shot I hope says I’m a victim.

I hope one says I’m used to having my hand

in the dirt. I’m a what’s next type. Filter out

through focus. Distort at your leisure. Have me

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Poetry Jeffrey Schultz Poetry Jeffrey Schultz

Civil Twilight

If it takes a bloodbath, let’s get it over with.

—Ronald Reagan

In this the latest version of history, which looks, as we enter into it,
Like just another block of vacants recolonized after being boarded up,
Boards now torn down but still no water or electricity, and so the street

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Poetry Anne-Marie Cusac Poetry Anne-Marie Cusac

How the Neighbors Leave

Men in undershirts stare down,

toss out wastebaskets of receipts

like crumpled moths that keep striving to fly

against the dark brick, all the way to the ground.

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Poetry Anne-Marie Cusac Poetry Anne-Marie Cusac

The Scream

It must feel good

deep in her throat

and all through her belly and leg bones,

so she just won’t stop

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Poetry Felicia Zamora Poetry Felicia Zamora

In practice

Cool sweeps over the streambed lip, say here & here, then, bare

ankles in hug; these intimate moments at dusk; what dissipates;

what stands in the place of gone when the jaw, in gape, remains a

restless O, & wide to tunnel inward; say incessant just beyond the

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Poetry Felicia Zamora Poetry Felicia Zamora

Fallible Roundness

You open, wing-like & one-sided. How halves make the smirk

& you always two things gathering. Together, repeats you.

Opposites never really dance on ends; instead, this infinite loop,

which goes on without us, because our anatomy knows of

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Poetry Monica Sok Poetry Monica Sok

Oh, Daughter

We’re returning to Cambodia together, father and daughter,

and he walks away from the wide Prek Eng road,

me rolling the black suitcase, chin down.

There are so many ways I bring him shame.

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Poetry Javier Zamora Poetry Javier Zamora

Aubade

She said I’ll be back soon mijo

but in our windows, there’s still no glass,

when raindrops hit the sill

they touch my skin like her eyes did

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