By Jeffrey Harrison | Poetry
A Stone for Mark Mark Lanier (1958–2019) The stone was one of the large river stones Mark collected in the Japanese tradition of suiseki. Picture him in denim overalls, a red bandana tied around his bald head, his...
Read MoreAscension My mother slips out of her skin to travel the hospital’s halls. She’s abandoned her body for a respite from monitors and the blessed nurses she swats with a gloved hand. She stretches: like...
Read MoreJuly 3, 2018 Our first full day in Lisbon. This morning I took a long, joyful walk from the Avenida da República to the Cais do Sodré. I go into the city like a swimmer entering the water. On the blank page of a notebook, I...
Read MoreBy David Mason | Essay, In Memoriam
In a poem called “Here and There,” collected in The Stars of Earth, her volume of new and selected poems published in 2017, Emily Grosholz asked, “What will I miss when I’m gone?” The question is still being asked, though Emily...
Read MoreBy James Campbell | Comment
Dear H, A friend who is a literary critic at a New York newspaper sought information related to an article he was writing about the state of book reviewing. At one point in the piece, he said, he wished to compare the...
Read MoreBy Pegah Ouji | Fiction
Iran, our home, is watered by the sacrificed blood of our martyrs, Sheena reads in Isfahan News on her iPhone’s cracked screen. The Peykan Uber spits her out in front of the historic Motamedi house. Sheena is in the business of...
Read MoreBy Rebecca Kilroy | Fiction
My neighbor Mrs. Mawley was a believer in unseen things. Her house and mine were the only ones around for a windswept mile down the Enniscrone road. People said living as far out as we did made a person odd. But Mrs. Mawley had...
Read MoreBy Brooke Allen | Book Review
The perusal of two new offerings from the ever-churning mill of academic studies on the Elizabethan theater had me musing over the strange fact that art doesn’t get better over the centuries, it simply mutates. Picasso, for...
Read MoreDAVID MASON’s new book of poems is Cold Fire (Red Hen Press, 2026). He lives in Tasmania. JAMES CAMPBELL’s memoir Just Go Down to the Road was published by Paul Dry Books in 2022. An MFA candidate in Creative...
Read MoreAs the cherry trees and the Bradford Callery Pears began to bloom in New York, defying the notably erratic spring weather, a constellation of exhibitions worth paying attention to also appeared. They included paintings and...
Read MoreIt has been a legendarily terrible theater season in New York. Only six new musicals opened on Broadway, less than half the usual number, two of them (Queen of Versailles and Beaches) dead on arrival. Non-musical works on the...
Read MoreGregory Orr’s latest poetry book, We Interrupt This Broadcast,[1] revisits many of the themes and experiences of his previous collections. Now in his seventy-ninth year, the poet’s mood is reflective and elegiac as he...
Read More