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Seeing as It Is
Poetry by Ocean Vuong
In the hospital room’s white
indifference, a small girl waits
while gloved hands unravel layers
of gauze from her eyes.
She will see for the first time
the objects we’ve limited
through naming. The gauze. »
Three Sorts of Madness
Poetry by Matthew Ostapchuk
I.
Beside the boulevard staircase
a sepia flower woman sits, sells
stalks for a nickel, answers you
vacantly, the way a cat might
or mightn’t. Looking at her sideways
one can tell she’s tatters and. »
Saying “I Do,” en bleu
by Sarah Landenwich
Planning a wedding can at times seem the equivalent of pawning our mothers’ burnt bras to finance a boob job.. »
The State of Red, A Poem by Mandana Zandian
Editors’ Note: Back in their spring/summer issue, The Atlanta Review brought us “the very first poetry from inside the pro-democracy movement in Iran.” We asked the editor, Sholeh Wolpé, if we could reprint a couple of the poems.
And then she said yes! This is the second of those poems. »
Splinter Event June 24, 2010
Join us this Thursday, June 24th, for our summer reading event. It promises to be an exciting night with performances by 2009 Rosenthal Emerging Voices Fellow, Erika Ayón, nonfiction/fiction writer and sexual outlaw, Antonia Crane, who snagged Splinter an interview with the amazing Steve Almond, fiction editor, Alan Stewart Carl, and L.A. performer and poet, Douglas Kearney, whose latest book, The Black Automaton (Fence, 2009), was the topic of our recent poetry discussion. We will also be treated to acoustic sets by musical guests David Gielan and L.A. band, Oliver Future.
Special thanks to Mr. Popper for the awesome flyer design.. »
Douglas Kearney Discusses the Page Versus Stage and other questions from The Black Automaton
I wanted to go back to the lab, and try to write poems that would demand the eye, demand a reader. And not only demand it, but reward it.
I’m not even going to lie to you; I want to be a poet people remember.
It is totally possible that one day I’m going to feel I’m sick of writing about black face and minstrel shows, and race, and I will write a poem about seeing my wife coming out of the swimming pool.. »
Religion, A Poem by Amy Motlagh
Back in their spring/summer issue, The Atlanta Review brought us “the very first poetry from inside the pro-democracy movement in Iran.” The spring issue contains a powerful, moving, and devastating collection of poems. In fact, we asked the editor, Sholeh Wolpé, if we could reprint a couple of the poems.
And then she said yes!. »
An Interview with Emily Jane White
For some reason, writing sad music provides contrast, whereas writing happy music doesn’t provide contrast for people. It also just doesn’t come naturally to me for whatever reason. Maybe it’s genetic.. »
Sixteen Gauge
Poetry by Alyssa Ogi
My grandmother could not understand
why I’d want metal shoved through my ear cartilage,
the first in family history with intentional holes.
I said “there’s no. »
Gone and Gone Already
Fiction by Amber Sparks
Kay keeps lists of everything; it’s her illness. So when she told me she has a List of Attempted Suicides, I wasn’t surprised.. »
Features
Prayer for My Fiancé before His Bachelor Party
Poetry by LaToya Jordan
Our Father, who art in Heaven,
However he be: drunk, sober, slipping strippers dollar bills, belligerent with a large group of men who look like him, I pray the Lord his soul to. »
The Music Of Psychology And The Schizophrenic
Fiction by Shome Dasgupta
Did you know? Did you know that he and he took out my spinal chord and used it as a piano-. »
An Interview with Steve Almond About Technology, Loneliness and the Splinter Generation
The main thing I see in the writing is this strain of what I call “hysterical lyricism.” Certain younger writers are just so saturated by visual media. »