Festival season is coming, so here are some literary events (most of them free) worth checking out this summer. We’d love to add to this list, so let us know if we’ve missed a good one!
2017 Guide to Michigan’s Summer Literary Festivals Read More »
The people of the neighborhood who were eating their breakfast stopped passing bowls from father to son, from mother to daughter. All eyes followed Famakan, held by the lieutenant’s leash like a dog. Egg yolk ran into his eyes. He tried to wipe his face, but at that moment, the lieutenant pulled the cord taut, and Famakan collapsed into a mud puddle.
“The Lieutenant of Kouta,” by Massa Makan Diabaté Read More »
Pig’s feet helps shrink the uterus,
which after birth is a flabby bag of muscle.
Pig’s feet helps get rid of the old blood.
So I am told.
“Shrinking the Uterus,” by Cathy Song Read More »
“FoCo Technique is rooted in classical dance training, in my case, Chinese classical dance, and cushioned in contemporary dance.”
A Sense of Flow: An Interview with Yin Yue Read More »
We’re happy to announce Ruchama King Feuerman, Eric Rivera, and John Rybicki as the winners of MQR’s 2016 Literary Prizes.
MQR Awards 2016 Literary Prizes Read More »
It is like a pen held to paper, this story I have to tell, the stain of ink spreading, the color deepening everywhere all at once. And I have no words, no means to make them tell.
“What I Want to Tell: A Sequence of Rooms,” by Michael Martone Read More »
“I like drawing because it’s immediate — it hits us faster than prose writing. And I like pairing writing with images; you can get a sense of the background space and scene — stuff that wouldn’t necessarily move the narrative forward in standalone prose writing.”
On “Imagine Wanting Only This”: An Interview with Kristen Radtke Read More »
Somehow I never succeeded / in being taken seriously. They made me / wear things that were ruffled: off-the- / shoulder blouses, the tiered skirts / of flouncing Spanish dancers, though I never / quite got the hauteur — I was always tempted / to wink, show instead of a tragic / outstretched neck, a slice of flank.
“Ava Gardner Reincarnated as a Magnolia,” by Margaret Atwood Read More »
I hide my cigarettes / under abandoned bricks / in the tall grass past / where I don’t cut, / between the siding / and the downspout / where my kids can’t reach, / under potted plants / their mother no longer waters.
“Smoke,” by Eric Rivera Read More »
The act of keeping a diary has a long history, and a tangled relationship with subjective “truth.” Although diaries have long been associated with women, Margo Culley argues in the essay “I Look at Me: Self as Subject in the Diaries of American Women” that diary-writing was not a feminized form until the second half of the nineteenth century — with the era’s shifting notions of self, the private sphere, and inner life — and again in the feminist 60s and 70s.
Truth, Sex, and Ego: On Women’s Diaries Read More »
