Issue 165

Winter & Spring 2024

  • EDITOR’S NOTE

    As a devout student of José Esteban Muñoz’s conceptions of queer cultural and political (re)imagination, I am often thinking about futurity—and queer futurity in particular—in the ways I structure my own life but also in the art I most like to seek out and burrow into. This is my first time writing one of these letters as the managing editor of TriQuarterly, and when, after taking my initial stab at my own, I revisited my predecessor Joshua Bohnsack’s final letter from last issue—which came out in the summer and feels like a lifetime ago—I was struck by his focus on the future. It’s like a seed was planted without me realizing it at the time. "How do we leave something for the future?" Bohnsack asks in that letter, and that question to himself has become a driving force for me as I've stepped into this role, thinking not about how to create something that is timeless but rather moving toward something.

    Grief, death, addiction, war, abuse, oppression—on both interpersonal and systemic levels—all these mournful themes linger in the textured pages of this issue. But it would be a mistake to call the issue cynical or macabre. Here is work that acknowledges the violent and heartbreaking realities of the world we live in while also often imagining something else, reaching toward futurity.

    There is work throughout the issue in unexpected conversation with each other and across genres. We have a poem about a grieving whale, a short story about a dead one. There are playful approaches to form, such as a poem presented as word problems, a story about reproductive justice presented as a test. Hauntings come in various incorporeal forms, like gentrification haunting an essay that's also about family and lineage. Climate horror seeps into crevices, including by way of toxic fish in a story ultimately about parental loss. There’s absurdity to be found as well, such as in a story about a donut-slinging robot who’s woefully misunderstood. But I don’t want to give too much away; I want you to sit with the work, too.

    Wow this one is sad, I found myself thinking upon initial reads and rereads throughout the process of binding together these works for the issue. But I don’t see that as a bad thing. Collective grief is a powerful force, and collective grief is something being acutely experienced in a lot of the communities I'm in: in reaction to an ongoing genocide, an ongoing pandemic, ongoing suffering in many shapes. To say grief is at the center of the past year would be an understatement.

    There is no one emotion that connects all of the pieces here in this issue; they are a rich tapestry of human emotions. But I encourage you to not look away from the sad parts in particular. Don't mistake mourning as something that merely looks backward; it's baked into futurity, too.

    If I may look back for a moment, though, I’m deeply indebted to the legacies of the recent managing editors who came before me, including Bohnsack as well as Aram Mrjoian, who I also got to work under when I first started as a fiction editor with TriQuarterly. And many thanks to my assistant managing editor Kira Alexis Tucker and all of the genre editors and readers who have a hand in these issues. I love to learn from them all and carry those lessons into the future.

    – Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya
    Managing Editor, TriQuarterly

    MASTHEAD

    Managing Editor: Kayla Kumari Upadhyaya
    Assistant Managing Editor: Kira Tucker
    Faculty Advisor: Natasha Trethewey
    Staff Advisor: Colin Pope
    Social Media Editor: Emily Mirengoff
    Film Editor: Sarah Minor
    Fiction Editors: Patrick Bernhard, Jennifer Companik, Emily Mirengoff, Laura Joyce-Hubbard, Mariah Rigg
    Nonfiction Editor: Starr Davis
    Poetry Editor: Daniel Fliegel
    Copy Editor: Lys Ann Weiss
    Technology Director: Ken Panko
    Technical Advisors: Rodolfo Vieira, Natalie Roman, Vincent LaGrassa, Orzu Tursunova
    Staff: Ally Ang, Amanda Dee, Amanda Vitale, Ashton Carlile, Christopher Lombardo, Corey Miller, Dane Hamann, Ellen Hainen, Emma Fuchs, Erika Carey, George Abraham, Gillian Barth, Holly Stovall, Ivis Whitright, Jackson McGrath, Jameka Williams, Jeremy Wilson, Jonathan Jones, Katana Smith, Kathryn O'Day, Liz Howey, Lydia Abedeen, Marcella Mencotti, Marissa Higgins, May Dugas, Megan Sullivan, Michaela Ritz, Michele Popadich, Morgan Eklund, Nimra Chohan, Puck Orabel, Rebecca van Laer, Salwa Halloway, Surya Milner, Susan Lerner, Suzanne Scanlon

Image from According to Sun Ra, None of Us are Real

Poetry brittny ray crowell Poetry brittny ray crowell

scar elegy

they held the wound with butterfly

closures four weeks

you had a kaleidoscope flying

up your face the wings

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Poetry Akshi Chadha Poetry Akshi Chadha

on monday

we found humour like we must waking up from a bad dream telling ourselves my subconscious can’t be
that fucked i must’ve eaten something rotten or seen something broken where computers were speaking
and silencer guns were silencing through ambient city noises as people walked like they had never before.

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Poetry Stacie Cassarino Poetry Stacie Cassarino

Orca Elegy

They called it her tour of grief,
the path of the Orca carrying her dead calf

through the Salish Sea
for seventeen days while we, the human

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Poetry Stuart Greenhouse Poetry Stuart Greenhouse

Discomposed

What do we call

those limpid flowzy flowers

that look like someone took notebook paper

worn soft from pen-pressure—writing and crossing out,

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Poetry Nancy Miller Gomez Poetry Nancy Miller Gomez

The Road

Farther up the road lay a heart without a body. It was unclear from which soldier it had come.

—Last line of an article in the Los Angeles Times about the Russian invasion of Ukraine, March 5, 2022

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Poetry Christopher Kondrich Poetry Christopher Kondrich

We Belittle the Grass

We belittle the grass when we think it grows
everywhere. It doesn’t. It grows here and here and here.

And we belittle it too when we think
we are nowhere. In some field near some meadow illegible,

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Poetry Allisa Cherry Poetry Allisa Cherry

Grief III

I pull the chicken meat from the bones, cube the meat,

boil the bones to broth. I try not to think about our sixteen laying hens.

How we called them by old-fashioned, feminine names.

How we praised them every time we pulled a shit-sticky egg

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Poetry Matthew Mahaney Poetry Matthew Mahaney

Four Word Problems

The Pollination Problem

A girl is designing a fabric garden. She wonders how long it could sustain a
monarch’s shadow. She begins by weighing the cast of an unshed tooth, then
checks her skin for the ghost of a scar.

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Poetry Matt Haw Poetry Matt Haw

ALCES ALCES

In the summer of 2020 the Norwegian press reported that Eurasian elk had been sighted on several of the western islands for the first time in a century.

I trace their route back to the islands
along the mainland peninsula
to the road bridge at Tysnes

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Poetry Matt Haw Poetry Matt Haw

SANKTHANS

At sundown we light the bonfire

that great pile of brash & leaves
as much of the old year as will burn

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Poetry Brian Swann Poetry Brian Swann

IN THE PARK WITH BIRD

I’m old enough to understand what my father told me
about making do with what you’ve got except he never
told me that, instead he said get off your ass and do something,

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Poetry Bruce Cohen Poetry Bruce Cohen

Holding Doors Open

In early spring, 1908, Ellis Island was so congested with ships from Europe & Asia,
The steamer transporting my grandfather, alone & only fourteen, was diverted, rerouted

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