National Poetry Month: ALL THE SCIENCES by Laura Eve Engel
All the Sciences by Laura Eve Engel The year I fail all the sciences there are many factors but no one’s in any way confused. The radio brimming with everything it knows about some shooters until it gets the shooters down to two. The dead men’s rooms reveal...
National Poetry Month: HISTORICAL DOCUMENTS by Kelly Forsythe
Historical Documents by Kelly Forsythe I am writing an autobiography of myself as a man. I want to use the word “excavate” here but I’ll use “imagining” instead, as in / you see me imagining deep unconscious feelings of manliness. Doesn’t everyone love tan...
National Poetry Month: HEBREW LESSON: LICHBOSH by Marcela Sulak
Hebrew Lesson: Lichbosh by Marcela Sulak To conquer, occupy, preserve Before bowls and jugs existed there were clay walls around Jericho—its name means fragment, and sometimes, it means moon. How to enter it is crucial. Wise to have spies when you’re...
Bankhead Presents: Mathias Svalina and Joanna Ruocco (Take 2) on April 17!
Since inclement weather forced an unfortunate cancellation last January, Black Warrior Review and the University of Alabama are excited for another opportunity to host Mathias Svalina and Joanna Ruocco at the Jemison-Van de Graaff Mansion at 7:30pm, April 17 as part...
National Poetry Month: Am I going to get raped in the park where I read my mother’s poem by Anne Marie Rooney
Am I going to get raped in the park where I read my mother's poem by Anne Marie Rooney Is that why they keep the gate locked so I can know not to enter I am every girl on a bicycle and my hair feels good I want to say salty but river beside me oils a coming The...
National Poetry Month: ANATOMY (II) by Rachel Mennies
Anatomy (II) by Rachel Mennies Today I let a man touch me whose hands had been inside the dead. We make a habit of this: touching after anatomy lecture, after convocation with the cadavers, the basement of fumes and rubbery cold muscle. Together we reclaim the twin...
National Poetry Month: [ANNA] by Julie Carr
[Anna] by Julie Carr Finds a bird’s nest in a pile of leaves. Tightly wound scraps of the news. Carries it into the house and sets it on the table. After a while, she goes back out to play. The game she’s playing is called “Anna.” It’s a game in which...
National Poetry Month: MALAMUTE by Jehanne Dubrow
Malamute by Jehanne Dubrow Honduras, 1947 Someone brought winter to the tropics. At first, it slept near the roots of a strangler tree, curled under chairs, licked salt from sweating ankles. It was content. Table scraps fed its belly. Breezes carried the...
National Poetry Month: { } by Rachel Springer
{ } by Rachel Springer { } This is my war face whispering for you to get wet. Dark hair pelts you, pots & pans & pigtails clamoring. Had I a horse, I’d hold you to that. Slab on slab of hearing you call daddy, I say fuck me in that order. You give...
10th Annual Contest Now Open!
Black Warrior Review's tenth-annual contest is now open, and we’re honored to have Richard Siken (Poetry), Lily Hoang (Fiction/Prose), and Kiese Laymon (Nonfiction) as our guest judges. Winners in each genre receive a $1,000 prize and publication in BWR 41.2, our...