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 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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Fiction Jake Lancaster Fiction Jake Lancaster

Waterworld

We’d left the ski hill, where my son has snowboard lessons that his mom, my ex-wife, pays for, and were sitting in the car at a red light, thawing out, when a woman performing on the radio in an advertisement for some unknown service or product said, with a high degree of false conviction, It just seems like I can’t go on.

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Fiction Cindy Yu Fiction Cindy Yu

All of Our Fish

Papa doesn’t know he isn’t eating the fish he catches.
Papa doesn’t know that the fish he so tenderly submerges in that yellow pool of egg then douses in that grainy Louisiana Fish Fry has probably never seen the ocean, its most recent memories, if it had been alive for them, the bright overhead lights in HEB…

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Fiction Devon Halliday Fiction Devon Halliday

Big Steve

Human interactions are not going well today. No matter how brightly and smilingly I position myself behind the chrome counter’s plexiglass barrier, everyone still seems surprised when I speak.

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Fiction Diana Wagman Fiction Diana Wagman

The World From Here

The roofers left a man up on the roof. I didn’t know it right away. I stood on the front step and waved goodbye as they drove off. Happy to see them go. Noisy.

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Fiction Harrison Cook Fiction Harrison Cook

The Husk

Running toward the whale with a bucket full of water has the quality of a dream. The bucket gets lighter the closer I get to the whale as the water spills down the right leg of my jeans, but I don’t feel the splash or the wetness chapping my skin.

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Fiction Kendra Fortmeyer Fiction Kendra Fortmeyer

Pregnancy Test

This test is open-book.
This test is timed.
Group work is not allowed.

You are pregnant, which is a great surprise. You never expected to become pregnant, because
[select one of the following]
a. You’re a virgin
b. You’re not a virgin, but your father thinks you are

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