47.1 Feature: “Midnight Saturn Bass Note: Afterword to A Thousand Times You Lose Your Treasure” by Hoa Nguyen
Midnight Saturn Bass Note Afterword to A Thousand Times You Lose Your Treasureby Hoa Nguyenfrom BWR 47.1I set out to write A Thousand Times You Lose Your Treasure years ago. Decades, really. Writing this, I’m wondering if it is as simple as that sentence I have said...
46.1 Feature: Craft Essay by Diana Clarke
I was not looking for Freud. Freud did not need any finding. But Sándor did need finding.
46.2 Feature: Craft Essay by Jessica Lanay
I was not looking for Freud. Freud did not need any finding. But Sándor did need finding.
From the Archives: “The Coffin, the Ship” by Mel Kassel
At dawn, I look out the porthole and wait for my vampire.
46.2 Feature: “Socratic Wig” by Sara Kachelman
Socratic Wigby Sara Kachelmanfrom BWR 46.2I found my mother’s hair on a foam head at Wigland. It lit up the downtown window display. Above it a sign said: the last true redhead. It was referring to my mother. She was the last true redhead, and now she was dead. We had...
46.1 Feature: Craft Essay by Dennison Ty Schultz
The lives of these characters challenged the narrative of Islamic history that we were taught: a homogenous, essentialist, monotonous, opaque, rigid fundamentalism that replaced the vivid, complex, historical, diverse, expressive human history.
46.1 Feature: Craft Essay by Hisham Bustani
The lives of these characters challenged the narrative of Islamic history that we were taught: a homogenous, essentialist, monotonous, opaque, rigid fundamentalism that replaced the vivid, complex, historical, diverse, expressive human history.
From the archives: Last Days, Part 1 by Tamiko Beyer from BWR 45.1
In Tamiko Beyer’s “Last Days, Part I,” literature and poetry become, for a few revolutionaries, “a system of belief, a way to navigate the dissolving world.” For the world, during these “last days of empire,” is indeed dissolving, into a melange of “synthesized...
45.2 Feature: Dickinson kept a Carlo by My Tran
“I am quite captivated by the emotional intelligence of ‘Tree rings, like concentric ghosts’: its internal innovative style, the heightened, hexagonal poetics of My Tran’s perception, their sharp way of interweaving cultural artifacts with art, the past (ghost), sound...
45.1 Feature: My Mother Sees the Invisible by Gabriela Garcia
“…I’ll be the first to admit I can’t stand these proclamations of victimhood, especially when she’s seeing demons and devils and clawing at me like I’m not the one trying to mend these broken pieces of a woman…”