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A Public Space

No. 29

In these times of fragments and fragmented times, what are the shapes of our comfort. Built and imagined. What gives boundaries and connection, healing and shelter, familiar pathways and points of rebellion.

 

Table of Contents



 

Note

Fragments

In these times of fragments and fragmented times, what are the shapes of our comfort.


 

Art

Maquette for Wall Mural

Knox Martin


 

Art

Rubber Soul

Knox Martin


 

Fiction

The Delivery

A light push, perhaps even a gust of wind, would be enough to send her backward over the edge.

Jhumpa Lahiri


 

Poetry

The Alice Tully Show

Alone in America, / I tiptoe on the blurred line between the First and Second Amendments.

Colm Tóibín


 

Photography

Great Salt Lake

Neal Rantoul


 

Family History

Two Women

Needless to say—and it was never said—they hated each other.

Claire Messud


 

Fiction

Dublin, We Were

We can return home in our reflections, even when the city we knew, the city we were, has gone forever.

David Hayden


 

Fiction

Cats Are Hunters, After All

It is not an argument you are willing to lose, so you say nothing.

Kat Thackray


 

Art

Maquettes


 

Interviews

The Syntax of Space

Robert Kirkbride


 

Fiction

Compromise

Everyone has stories they’ve kept to themselves.

Ada Zhang


 

Fiction

Green

In the deep hours of the night, a doubt came over some of us, but in the morning we were swept up once again in our desire.

Steven Millhauser


 

Architecture

Four Houses

Bruce Goff


 

Poetry

The Poem of the Bow

For there to be friendship, some wrongs must be suffered.

Al-Shammākh


 

Fiction

Tough Nickels

What I like about you, Larry, is precisely all those things that are wrong with you.

Taisia Kitaiskaia


 

Fiction

Our Language

Like memory, language changes. Our words eddy around the things we fear.

Yohanca Delgado


 

Fiction

Nazaré

“It’s a gift,” said the priest. “It’s an omen,” said the fortune-teller. “It’s big,” said the acrobat.

JJ Amaworo Wilson


 

Poetry

The Made World

We, who are made and unmade / by something we have no control over.

Jenny Xie


 

Poetry

To save the cell-phone battery—

I keep looking out the window / because stopping cannot be seen.

Kimiko Hahn


 

Poetry

Two Poems

All I ask is to be brave in the face of it / and to be told what else to ask before your answer.

Graham Foust


 

Poetry

Two Poems

It’s incredibly deep, people’s sleep / inside the downpour-machine

Matthias Göritz


 

Poetry

The Palace of Justice

Even the innocent / feel guilty stumbling / up those wide marble steps.

Matthew Rohrer


 

Poetry

Underworld Lit

Sometimes I feel for the undead, sometimes the unliving.

Srikanth Reddy


 

Art

Bridge Cross the Missouri

Joseph Yoakum


 

Fellow

Family Therapy

There were holes in the story but I knew they were made by the devil’s horns.

Kyle Francis Williams


 

Fellow

This Is the Way

He felt himself to be ill-defined, sketched very lightly on the surface of the world.

Sylvan Thomson


 

Fellow

Heart Problems

I’d like to follow Flaubert’s advice and give you three vivid details about Violet, but I can only rely on news sources, which called her pretty and popular.

Vicki Madden

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