No. 22

"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.

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Poetry

Out of Context

No. 22 Deborah Pease

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

The New Boyfriend

No. 22 Kelly Link

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.
Fiction

Interiors

No. 22 Andrea Maturana

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.
Fiction

Treelaw

No. 22 Anna Noyes

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

A Lucky Man

No. 22 Jamel Brinkley

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.
Feature

A Man on the Grass

No. 22 John Haskell

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.
Poetry

D’Arezzo: Two Poems

No. 22 Maria d’Arezzo

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

Give Pause

No. 22 Rae Armantrout

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

Difficult Evening

No. 22 Caroline Knox

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.
Poetry

[A Sounding at the Ear]

No. 22 Lisa Lubasch

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.
Poetry

Two Poems

No. 22 Gëzim Hajdari

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

In the Mansion of Supersonic Dreams

No. 22 Sarah Crossland

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.
Poetry

Harbingers of the Deaths of Parrots

No. 22 Krzysztof Jaworski

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.
Poetry

Sundowning

No. 22 William Brewer

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.
Poetry

Assorted Fictions

No. 22 Jessica Baran

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

Hahn: Two Poems

No. 22 Kimiko Hahn

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

Wild Spring

No. 22 Wong May

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

True Crime

No. 22 Kevin Prufer

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

The Art of Participation

No. 22 Julia Cooke

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.
Fiction

Mentor

No. 22 Garth Greenwell

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

The Messiah

No. 22 Prawin Adhikari

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.
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