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Children of God by Lars Petter Sveen (Trans. by Guy Puzey) Graywolf Press, 2018 256 pages / Graywolf   In an essay for BBC Radio 3 entitled “Christmas Father,” the Norwegian writer…

Woman, Running Late, In a Dress by Dallas Woodburn Yellow Flag Press, 2018 178 pages / Yellow Flag   It’s confounding to have the ghost of your seven year old sister haunt…

I was a child of the 1990’s, but you wouldn’t know it by the way my family ate. While most of my friends were having canned ravioli and tie-dye yogurts,…

“Where’re you going?” Mom called sharply from the kitchen. “Aren’t you going to help me?” I stopped, one foot on the stairs. My eyes were bleary, my temper suddenly short.…

My mother taught me how to cook pasta al dente, fry eggplant to a perfect crisp, and assemble a crockpot meal practically with one hand. My father, on the other…

In my grandmother’s house, we find coffee and chicory on the kitchen counter, her half-consumed box of oats, her glasses on her bureau, her watch still ticking on her bedside…

Image Credit: Edwin Carmona    “Every dictatorship, whether of man or party, leads to the two forms that schizophrenia loves most: the monologue and the mausoleum.” —Octavio Paz   Joe…

For Dad     “Because science shows us how to better understand the world, but it also reveals to us just how vast is the extent of what is still…

I grew up in Iowa, in the seventies, but not until I left Iowa, and the 2000s, did I understand why people ate pork chops: my mother was an uninterested…

Snow Days. They’re legendary. Mythical. Great, white unicorns or whales we chase in our sleep, wake up wishing we had caught or had caught us in the eye of their…

A snow covered week in mid March. My entire extended family descends upon Reno for grandma Virginia’s funeral and her great-grandchild’s fourth birthday. We assemble to grieve together. To clean…

When you’re sad or you had a bad day, try this: make bird’s milk. When it’s ready, it looks like immaculate clouds floating on a sky made out of sweet…

Over the holidays I flew to Maryland to empty my childhood home. Ever since my parents’ marriage ended, I was haunted by that house. A testament to its power, the…

Hanif Abdurraqib is a poet, essayist, and cultural critic from Columbus, Ohio. His first collection of poems, The Crown Ain’t Worth Much was released in 2016 and was nominated for the Hurston-Wright Legacy…