...Stephen Malin © 2011 Stephen Malin 2011 Stephen Malin Supply Tent Monologue Well see what we shoulda had don’t help much, we ain’t got nunna that stuff an’ some of it never an’ we also got no equipment report to go with it. Comp’ny clerk mighta had one...

... the stories of the migrants for them in her coveted role as a translator. Her stories are mediated by her ambivalence toward the migrants, for whom she feels shame and disgust, and her own tentative attempts to assimilate Frenchness as a normative ideal. This article offers a contrapuntal reading of Sinha’s...

...” offer a tentative name — serve as options for projects in literature, visual art, and related modes of cultural production that work to describe, investigate, and at times interrupt the conditions of neoliberalism. © 2015 Virginia Tech 2015 aesthetics drift lateral agency neoliberalism...

..., by flapping hearts was driven clean into squinched arterioles. God, I loved their bodies. Back-to-belly in the tent we lay like fish & lipped the salt rising from our slick skins. What I wouldn’t give, I thought then, to never...

... them, the outlined lions & the squint-eyed bears. Between Jansky’s tent & this one, the machinery in our ears is a curb feeler vibrating at a stop light. Or it would be if the tent was in a manicured backyard instead of the dining room of a Section-8 duplex. The neighbors here...

... smoothing my hair them saying I love you, you’re so pretty, and still it wouldn’t be enough. This May belongs to the tent caterpillars furred, dropping. They ride the shirts of bicyclists around Lake of the Isles. Clump on sidewalks...

..., or Luigi, or the swarm of dazzling lies that filled the tent. But Mister and Missus Santillo—theirs was a love story for the ages, true as a book and twice as impossible, and Ronny sweated in exhaustion and envy as he beamed his lovelamp upon her shining face. Up...

...Alex Chertok © 2017 Alex Chertok 2017 Alex Chertok Priapus Waking Up Hard So his parents won’t catch him pitching tent, young Priapus tiptoes past their bedroom to take his first piss, bent over the bowl, nursing the swelling from his dream’s black widow...

... against the hooves. Now, I ve staked my tent next to the rust. We don t grow like everything else: sycamores, termites, a beloved s hair. We have that in common, the horses and I. I m the smaller one, T-shirt stitched with sunflowers rising from the breast pocket. I name the horses after all the famous...

... will show you all of dead baby birds left behind in nests, show you prisons, tent cities, oil slicks big as heartland. Just give me chance, my darlink, and I will show you sometink you will really like. minnesota review 82 (2014) DOI 10.1215/00265667-2409838  © 2014 Nick Lantz...

... after the butcher hangs his holsteins & then himself: / tent revival in the bowers of a band t-shirt / drive-in feature about a girl dreaming of showers turning on in the middle of the night / still / boys asking for my last pack of cigarettes / what it means to listen to a walkman full...

... that. And yet . . . Yes, that s exactly when our language grew sticky, coated our coaxing tongues. My girl. What we prefer is the forest, where the mosquitoes seem almost honorable, yielding clearly to death: one belly-up on the hot dash. Another in the tent, when after sex I trace its slow flight, pinch...

... on the tent walls, a pool full of chickenfights & cannonballs. Pole-sitting, midget tossing, the whittling of arrows for the arsenal. The crude emulation of native rites: erection of teepees, older fellows in loincloths, fire & tom-toms, scouts working themselves into a frenzy of bloodlust...

... . Globalization and Literature . Cambridge : Polity , 2008 . Kunkel Benjamin . “Into the Big Tent (Review of Valences of the Dialectic by Fredric Jameson).” London Review of Books 32 . 8 ( 2010 ). < http://www.lrb.co.uk/v32/n08/benjamin-kunkel/into-the-big-tent >. LiPuma Edward...

.... Every sperm and egg is a time capsule. Hi, I'm DNA. My brother staggers—stunned by the interludes of beauty. I've decided to have another mouth. The old mouth just isn't adequate for what I have to say. It is the hole my sisters have dug. We sit trembling inside our concrete tents. Time...

... through. There was a wood-paneled General Store, a Mountain Saloon that was really a liquor store, and a laundromat that was just itself. We rarely saw other families at the campsite, and when we did they usually stayed one night. It was one of the perks. Our tent was blue and yellow...

...-length manu- scripts tentatively titled “Shadows of Catastrophe” and “Wayward Dialectics.” Maria Whiteman is coordinator of drawing and intermedia in the Department of Art and Design at the University of Alberta. She is coeditor with Amanda Boetzkes of a forthcoming book titled Refig- uring...

... at the University of Washington. His research focuses on Victorian literature and science, posthumanism, and the environmental humanities. He is completing a book tentatively titled “A Novel Climate: The London Fog in British Fiction from Charles Dickens to ‘Virginia Woolf” and is coauthor of Empowerment...

.... Probably on lunch break inside the fair, eating corndogs at one of the picnic tables. Blood saturates the sheet wrapping the man. She tries to wave the flies from the wagon without having to stop and draw attention. You can just leave me there by the tent, he says, gesturing at the blue first...

... have to be precariously, haltingly elongated into two syllables to make it a three-beat iambic line. This difficulty corresponds to the irony whereby what “some call Experience” is only the “precarious Gait” that forever keeps the speaker a tentative beginner for whom nothing accumulates...