"The Sun, the Ship"

The Sun, the Ship the sun shone as it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green water, and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky, had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on. Auden, “Musée des Beaux Arts” Say I have finally died. Say grief has run the last grain of me through its fist and I lie piled and dull, raw material. If I could be remade, I would not be. I am done dragging my leaden shoes through fields ringed with panic, done lesioning the soil with my nettled shadow. Let me choose that inhuman coin of a sun, or the golden ship flying beneath it toward what might have been a meteorite, toward what left no stain, n

Creating Consciousness Through the Alphabet: A Conversation with Chewy Hannah Yukon

Chewy Hannah Yukon is a hybrid multi-genre artist from Singapore. Her work investigates the inherent failure of articulation, both as a linguistic mechanism as well as a by-product of transmission. She explores, through mathematical explorations and cartographic data collection, the mind-thought-feeling triangulation of capitalism, post-colonial desire, and astrological synchronicity. Her recent film 42@location was screen in August 2017 at Haque Center of Acting and Creativity in Singapore and was also a recent recipient of the Graduate Engagement Fund from Pratt Institute where she recently received her MFA in Writing. A footnote in her ongoing manuscript Principels*of Geometry was recentl

Four Works by Jamea Richmond-Edwards

The following works were featured in The Southeast Review Vol. 34.2 About the Artist: Detroit-bred Jamea Richmond-Edwards graduated Magna Cum Laude with a Bachelor of Arts from Jackson State University in 2004 where she studied painting and drawing. She went on to earn a MFA from Howard University in 2012. She offers a repertoire of portraits of black women drawn using ink and graphite. Her lionized figures are portrayed in regal poses, with eyes that possess alluring gazes and bodies adored with rich tapestries of color and patterns made of sequins, rhinestones, paper, and textiles. Their clothing mimics designer fashion and conceals their vulnerability and weaknesses, while elevating them

Two Poems by Alicia Elkort and Jennifer Givhan

Two Poets Email on a Sunday Afternoon I used to think what happened to me / massive creature & putrid / pinned to the floor, ripped open, a man inside my belly / was the exception / some House members believe this God’s will / brutalizing a little girl is God’s will / but the more I read contemporary poetry / the Truths cover me / pelt of Bear, her fur thick & warm / my savior, my solace, memory re-created to favor dearness / as fires roar in the hearth / the more I realize it is the Rule / Bear’s eyes like flints / we are off kilter, killing our Selves, our children / Do you think women who have experienced sexual trauma / O save me from this devil’s breath / become poets or are poets simp

"An Interview with Aatif Rashid"

Aatif Rashid is a writer living in Los Angeles. He is the author of the novel Portrait of Sebastian Khan, published March 18, 2019 from 7.13 Books. His short stories have appeared in The Massachusetts Review, Metamorphosis, and Arcturus Magazine, and his nonfiction has appeared in The Los Angeles Review of Books and in Medium. He writes for The Kenyon Review blog about fiction and tweets at @aatif_rashid. Aatif Rashid’s debut novel Portrait of Sebastian Khan (7.13 Books) is a searing and unrelenting character study of a half-white, Pakistani-American, Berkeley college student struggling to grow up. In Portrait, Rashid attempts to interrogate the intellectual, aesthetic, and sexual pursuits o

"Teething Borders"

Teething Borders “Borders are set up to define the places that are safe and unsafe, to distinguish us from them. A border is a dividing line, a narrow strip along a steep edge. A borderland is a vague and undetermined place created by the emotional residue of an unnatural boundary. It is in a constant state of transition. The prohibited and forbidden are its inhabitants.” —Gloria Anzaldúa Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza (1987) ~ Our daughter won’t stop crying, so we massage her red, swollen gums with our fingers. We sing: “Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream.” On the news, a makeshift boat carrying refugees capsize