BY ZACHARY SCHOMBURG On my last day as king, I watched a dirty movie behind the couch. My father said I should get used to that sort of thing. I ate every last possible meal in the refrigerator. Those were great memories from someone exactly like me’s childhood. Now I am...Read More
BY JOYELLE MCSWEENEY For trampling the thicket of thick chiclets clotted cream a dulcet emulsifier a tranquilizer moon the Emperor Penguin is dithering over which shoe to spoon place a goat outside the ladies’ quarters with a dish of salt to snuff poor goat. Dies of salt...Read More
BY MEGHAN M. LEE They made for themselves a house in pen&ink. What you can see. Red stocking feet cocked askance under the table. The dog leaned with his whole body, head pressed against her leg. Explicit, the warm wounds of labor. They put me in a...Read More
BY JADE BENOIT My body is no way to behave. Last night, I fell asleep in my horse fur again and I’m sorry. I know my habits are getting out of hand but the animal sieved through me so deep I even wore my fur out in the rain and shed a whole layer, ruining all the...Read More
BY DANIELLE PAFUNDA The Dead Girls Speak in Unison Where’s our deady daddy? Where’s our dear dead dada man? We’re all dolled up. We’re curls and pearls and ruffled pants. We’ve tacked our skin back ontobones, and hissing roaches at our throats....Read More
--Jennifer Rosario Wong, "Apparitions"
Black Warrior Review is named after the river that borders the campus of The University of Alabama in Tuscaloosa. The city, river, and journal derive their names from the sixteenth-century Indian chief Tuscaloosa, whose name comes from two words of Creek or Choctaw origin—tusca (warrior) and lusa (black).
Established in 1974 by graduate students in the MFA Program in Creative Writing at the University of Alabama, Black Warrior Review publishes poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and art …
Review: From Old Notebooks
Women Who Killed It: O Holy Insurgency
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