Nonfiction
The Son of an Enemy of the People
Yury Lvovich during the war (1941-46) “ . . . But there is another victim: my son, a Komsomol member, who fought in the war as an artillery officer and was among the first
Natasha Lvovich
Yury Lvovich during the war (1941-46) “ . . . But there is another victim: my son, a Komsomol member, who fought in the war as an artillery officer and was among the first
Wolf Lamb BombBy: Aviya KushnerPublished: June 1, 2021 (Orison Books) Wolf Lamb Bomb, by Aviya Kushner, reminds me of my Jewish friend’s warning to her young daughter: “Remember, no matter where you are, you are
“Ok, you’re gonna feel a little pinch.” What I feel is not a little pinch. A white-hot spear of memory and consequence slowly twists its way into the small of my back. A serpent, coiled
The Latitude of a MercyBy: Stefan LovasikPublished: April 2020 (The New York Quarterly Foundation) With his new book, The Latitude of a Mercy, Stefan Lovasik confronts the nightmarish realities of combat and lingering effects of
How it happen like this. Listen: Melissa Jim say Rayburn can carry flag. The good flag? say Rayburn. Melissa Jim laugh. Same for Bubba and Jon-Jon. Even Grandpa snicker. Rayburn grit teeth and squeeze handle
It’s like the face of her had changed—like she’s someone else, someone you used to know but can’t quite put your finger on. She greets you warmly, that same smile, her hair whitened by the
Editor’s Note: When we posted this interview, we asked readers to send us any questions they might have, so we could forward them to Sharon for a response. We’ve included several of those questions and
In the years and months preceding the coronavirus pandemic, David Ferry could often be heard reading from his translation of Virgil’s Aeneid to audiences in and around Boston. Ferry always gave special attention to lines
Smiling like his patron saint Sisyphus, Squirrel guided the purple Mustang from the amber glow of sunset at Santa Monica Pier to a ridge in the San Gabriel mountains. Into the darkness. Always uphill. Squirrel
—after a photo of mannequins awaiting the 1953 atomic bomb test blast If it weren’t for the monochrome, we would know if her hair is white or blonde. We’re left to speculate. She could
To create a battlefield, draw a line. then send renewable boys into stitch it down. Band, tourniquet:which half is supposed to die? Blood falling in, the earthonly more dark. Then green, green –as belt, ribbon,
Editor’s Note: At the end of this review are three poems from I Will Not Name It Except to Say that Consequence previously published. Toward the end of I Will Not Name It Except to