Many are drawn to martins covered with feathers that seem to absorb ash, stained with orange glass shards. (poetry)
Tag: Another Chicago Magazine
You spend the winter telling me it’s almost summer.
(nonfiction)
content warning: discussion about suicidal events and ideation.
(fiction)
“If countries were people, we wouldn’t invite them to our parties because they are too monstrous,” Robin Hemley tells Julia Lieblich.
Apparently to be a poet—dogmatic on the outside / and lacking conviction within / is a hell one can leave / but doesn’t.
(poetry)
Donald Ray Pollock’s Hillbilly Gothic peels back the sanitized “heartland” image of the Midwest, revealing the often-overlooked rural people. An interview by Jarrett Kaufman.
“Every book, like every child, stems from multiple ancestral lines. Fruitful books sprout new lines, branching into new familial territories,” writes Amy Hassinger.
(review)
You’re going to call me racist with the name, Bianka? “White?” “Fair?”
“God’s Promise . . .”
(drama)
My friend was talking to her brother on Skype when a mouse–
(nonfiction)
I wanted to shout, but my tongue felt like the army slept on it. I wish I had a bittersweet Lick-M-Aid.
(fiction)
