Alindarka’s Children – Alhierd Bacharevič
To be a child of Alindarka is to be a child of linguistic confusion, to be perpetually misunderstood.
What happens to the man that demands respect from the goddess Nature? An erupting volcano is the only appropriate response.
Carmelina: Figures & Virgil Kills: Stories – Ronaldo V. Wilson
Neither doubles nor doppelgangers of one another, Wilson and Carmelina, son and mother, make us rethink the question of lineage in new and unpredictable ways.
You’ll Like It Here – Ashton Politanoff
Doesn’t nostalgia just mean, “I miss you?”
“There is No English Word”: The English Understand Wool – Helen DeWitt
DeWitt is an iconoclast, a rebel whose heart is with the young and the awkward, with the off-kilter ultra who feels more and knows more than anyone else at the game.
In one week of wandering here, I’d see Rockefeller’s grave, tacos topped with salad dressing, and an abandoned celestial observatory. I’d see a billboard warning of fentanyl donuts or S’Wonderful, the tchotchke store. Poetry can hold all that.
Curing Season: Artifacts – Kristine Langley Mahler
Some people have to remember what no one else does.
The White Mosque – Sofia Samatar
Who hasn’t wanted to swallow whole the stories we love?
I think the invitation is very much there to root for the Predator as a kind of consequence for and corrective to the historically horrific behavior of humans.
In its complex imbrication of queerness and heteropatriarchy, indigenous critique and colonial discourse, Pina stages the bizarre and beautiful workings of desire.