Indrė Valantinaitė is a fresh voice in Lithuanian poetry. Her debut collection Žuvim ir lelijom (For fish and lilies) won the 2006 First Book Contest of the Lithuanian Union of Writers. Her second book Pasakos apie meilę ir kitus žvėris (Stories about love and other animals) was published in 2011 and won the 2012 Young
Momento mori I sip my tea and observe the boot of God heavy in the sky. The waiting is about to be crumpled to bits by its pointy top. Threatened by a cloud yet not merely a cloud, a weathergod, I sit back and catnap until it morphs into a bear or a galloping horse.
from Agnes the Elephant from Asteroid •• deafness, a catapult into spaceness—light makes what you call something •• the place you are in is also in space I don’t care if it’s inside or even if it is true you’re a fish I’ll never even see •• catapulting bodies into space saves lives in the
Scraps I throw on a trench coat and tuck my pen inside the breast pocket only to pull out an old ticket stub for Paris or the birth plan of our first child, the day dissolved into another lifetime, my fork slicing a square of foi gras in the Crémerie-Restaurant Polidor, bumping elbows with the
1989: Willsboro, NY, A-1 Market Three sisters walked arm-in-arm down the meat aisle, past lean cuts packed beneath frosted plastic wrap, where teenage boys wore aprons tied not too tightly but enough to keep their stomachs down, because you should not breathe in front of a girl, or girls, especially ones who wore the same
SELF PORTRAIT: POLAROID Our very own Pharmacopoia blonde In blue powder eye shadow, or Luminous nurse of the locked ward, This sweet, licked delirium. Of teeth, Dirt, and seed. Alone, in my dream Room, listening careful For the second coming. ARE THEN SEEN AND PURSUED Cords of voices are unspooling inside my head. White-gloved
Dear Readers, We are excited to share our online home, the space where your ideas and images will be curated, by bringing you the interviews that will complement our poetry and prose. Consider these entry points, the bridge between direct interaction with an artist and the solitude of confronting texts alone, inviting us to dive
“Writing a novel is like being out on the ocean, and you just can’t see land, and you have to pick a direction.” Goldenland Past Dark, ChiZine Publications, March 2013. Beaded ladies, mermaid girls and a dwarf hunchback. Chandler Klang Smith discusses her debut novel, Goldenland Past Dark, which chronicles the lives of a traveling
“In the novel I’m writing now, the narrator says that if you’ve succeeded in publishing a book, you most probably have failed in something much more important in real life. Sometimes I agree with him, sometimes I don’t.” 18% Gray. Open Letter Books. January, 2013. Translated from Bulgarian by Angela Rodel. Religion, politics, the mixing
“We still have millions in poverty who are unseen as individuals, but instead as slogans on T-shirts. Helping them makes those who give money feel good.” “The Fever” at LaMama, New York City, 2012-2013 Globalization, exile, inequality, the power of contemporary dance, and why she counts herself among the marginalized. Editor Cynthia-Marie O’Brien finds out
