Issue 34

  • Fiction,  Issue 34

    Bedtime Story in a Foster Home Somewhere in California (1974) by Cerissa DiValentino

    Mom told everyone how you were born in somebody’s living room in San Francisco while her feet were held down; she was telling your dad to sing while she pushed; so he sang “You Are My Sunshine” and then said mom looked blue because he was on acid; you were born blue; that’s what your dad said; blueberry; baby blue; blue like mom when your dad was supposed to take you to the park but ran away instead; our mom is a good woman; I know she tried; she hit her head when she was nine; did you know that?;

  • Issue 34,  Nonfiction

    Ripe Fruit by Katie Mitchell

    I am seated on the hard chair in the therapist’s office with my then-husband to my left. The therapist leans back against his own chair, relaxed, taking notes. My husband leans back comfortably as well. I fidget incessantly from the left to the right, twisting my wedding rings around my finger repeatedly while he speaks loudly and clearly with ease. It is our first appointment, and we discuss the affair I know he is having. But in this office, it is not an affair. Platonic friendship is the chosen narrative here. I cry when I explain why I cannot swallow that story.

  • Issue 34,  Poetry,  Translation

    Two Poems by Manuel Vilas “Vampire Apprentice” and “Stockholm” Translated from Spanish by John Yohe

    Vampire Apprentice
    (La Caleta, Cádiz)

    I don’t remember anything anymore, and I am gratefully alone.
    I like to walk along the beach with an ice-cream in hand, a Magnum,
    white chocolate, sometimes I think of myself as a benevolent vampire,
    indignant about the strict morals of proud subterraneans,
    and I slip into the beach movie theatre, and watch whatever,
    and when I leave I drink a lemonade and watch the stars on the sea
    and think that the actor in the movie who played Pablo Neruda
    was more handsome and taller than the real Neruda,

  • Issue 34,  Poetry

    Self-Addressing: A Bilinguacultural Poem by Yuan Changming

    In English, the speaker always uses

    A proper pronoun to address self

    In Chinese, the speaker calls self

    More than one hundred different names

     

    In E, there is a distinction between

    The subject and object case of self

    In C, there is no change in writing

    Be it a subject or an object

     

    In E, the writer spells self with one

    Single straight capitalized letter

    In C,

  • Hybrid,  Issue 34,  Poetry

    As Jay DeFeo Paints by Lenore Myers

           “Land of Plenty” by Vera Illiatova

    Deathrose – The White Rose – The Rose  (1958-1966)

    1

    Did your daily attention to paint

    its weight

    its hue in changing light

    its sculptural bulges

    its chasms

    make your painting more

    like words?

    2

    I start in the figure

    as you never did

    although the surface was of immediate concern

    you started in the thing

    itself

    Paintbrush between your teeth

    3

    What defines the figure

    Who says what ground

    The art of FUNK

                The surface all fucked up

      or

                The process of fucking    up

                                     into revelation

    4

    You break it the

    surface

    never lies

    right with you

    5

    By weight,