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A Public Space

No. 22

Winter 2015

"Everyone who is alive has a ghost inside them, don't they?" –Kelly Link's ​N​ew Boyfriend; ​Jamel Brinkley's Lucky Man; ​​fiction from Kathmandu by Prawin Adhikari; John Haskell remembers George Trow; Julia Cooke ​participates in​ the Parable Conference; ​​new fiction by​ ​Garth Greenwell​ and Anna Noyes​; poems by Maria d'Arezzo, Caroline Knox, Kevin Prufer, and others; and introducing Andrea Maturana.

 

Table of Contents



 

Poetry

Out of Context

You must understand / My simple perception— / You know well you were living / Distant from life—

Deborah Pease


 

Fiction

The New Boyfriend

She puts two fingers on his lips. She takes a breath and holds it, like she’s about to jump off a bridge into very deep water. Well, she is.

Kelly Link


 

Fiction

Interiors

While Villagrán waited on the other side of the curtain for her to get undressed, he began to hope that there was something truly unusual wrong.

Andrea Maturana


 

Fiction

Treelaw

“Doesn’t it feel like I don’t weigh a thing,” I said, and he said, “Feels like I’m holding nothing at all.”

Anna Noyes


 

Fiction

A Lucky Man

With any two people one would get the brunt of it, and time had hit him worse than any beating he'd ever seen in the ring.

Jamel Brinkley


 

Feature

A Man on the Grass

Their power is rooted not in their beauty but in the sense of inclusion they offer, a sense of inclusion that, for some people, isn’t as important as truth.

John Haskell


 

Poetry

Two Poems

It would not surprise me to find I am dead— / as my soul is full of sweet things / I never found in life.

Maria d’Arezzo


 

Poetry

Give Pause

Before we knew / what pleasure meant / we were multiplying, / going forth / into surrounding space / until all space / was pain.

Rae Armantrout


 

Poetry

Difficult Evening

Their job is to write the placecards, so at the head of the table / they are putting Gilbert Osmond, and honorably on his right / they seat Margot Macomber.

Caroline Knox


 

Poetry

[A Sounding at the Ear]

A sounding at the ear. And a ringing at the doorstep. Look, she said, a sounding at my hair, and a laughing in the footsteps.

Lisa Lubasch


 

Poetry

Two Poems

Ripped from the earth like weeds / we clutch at our names, / we do not know how / this loneliness has found us.

Gëzim Hajdari


 

Poetry

In the Mansion of Supersonic Dreams

Tonight I stand under the shower’s blue stoplight / for nine hundred years. Tallying the centuries, / each number a chaser, surviving only until the next / pale digit takes its place.

Sarah Crossland


 

Poetry

Harbingers of the Deaths of Parrots

Perhaps the songs they sang for us / were not those we’d have wanted to hear, / but who among us can, with a clean conscience, / say of himself that what matters to him / is what others listen to.

Krzysztof Jaworski


 

Poetry

Sundowning

An empty all-white room with drapeless windows / as winter spills its math across the sills / where nothing suffers, that’s where / there’s nothing left to misremember / or forget.

William Brewer


 

Poetry

Assorted Fictions

Rigor is no longer involved. Peeling back / reveals two discrete compartments, adjoining.

Jessica Baran


 

Poetry

Two Poems

I am not gigantic and I don’t keep my head down—like / the now-extinct elephant bird.

Kimiko Hahn


 

Poetry

Wild Spring

Because we were young / our picnic / Was hard-boiled eggs & black coffee in a flask.

Wong May


 

Poetry

True Crime

The half-plastered ladies in tennis whites / at the taped-off perimeter / whispered among themselves, how sad.

Kevin Prufer


 

Feature

The Art of Participation

To feel fully seen, period, is powerful; to feel seen by another person in something that calls itself a work of art is ever more so.

Julia Cooke


 

Fiction

Mentor

I remembered the certainty I had had, hours before, of my own competence, the pleasure I had taken in the solace I could give.

Garth Greenwell


 

Fiction

The Messiah

When someone much weaker than you confronts a brute much stronger than you and fights to the death in defense of an ideal, something gives inside: you become a bit of a coward.

Prawin Adhikari

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