“The Blood Shed” translation by Ana Arriaga (2015) LRR, February 7, 2016March 16, 2016 Spanish LA SANGRE DERRAMADA ¡Que no quiero verla! Dile a la luna que venga, que no quiero ver la sangre de Ignacio sobre la arena. ¡Que no quiero verla! La luna de par en par. Caballo de nubes quietas, y la plaza gris del sueño con sauces en las barreras…. Continue Reading
“Turner’s Comedy” by Martin Bremer (2015) LRR, February 7, 2016March 16, 2016 The pistol lies across the desk from me—out of reach, but pointing straight at my chest. Halogen lamps flood the interrogation room—I can almost feel my innards incinerate as the brightness forces its way through my retina—every crevice, every wrinkle of me, laid bare, out in the open—illuminated. I’m trying… Continue Reading
“Morning on Cathedral Parkway” by Lillie Gardner (2015) LRR, February 7, 2016March 16, 2016 Waking up after being awake all night from sweating under your blankets and out of your blankets and leaning against the wall to cry and cough, with your loose shirt slipping off my shoulders, with too much of the moonlight bouncing off the cold cars in the parking lot below… Continue Reading
“Glorious” by Amy Martin (2015) LRR, February 7, 2016March 16, 2016 Glimpses of his dreams pass by his eyes in the calm solitude of the waiting window. It’s one thing in Sean’s life that he wants slow and still and calm. One of few. He always seems in a rush. In a way, he is; in a way no one but… Continue Reading
“Cold Water” by Catherine Hires (2015) LRR, February 7, 2016March 16, 2016 Nia was still sleeping when I woke up. She was snoring loudly as I crawled my way down the rickety ladder that supported my lofted bed. I walked past her bed, her open mouth smushed ungracefully against her pillow, and made my way into the kitchen. I turned on the… Continue Reading
“A Man and His Beard” by Carleton Whaley (2015) LRR, February 7, 2016June 16, 2017 I had just survived an encounter with a grease fire in my house which had burned off parts of my hair and beard, as well as most of the paint on my door. My friend Dan was with me, and after we both cleaned spilled oil off the floor he… Continue Reading
On Reading More Slowly, Child’s Play, and Understanding Languages: An Interview with Susan Stewart (2015) LRR, February 7, 2016March 6, 2025 Susan Stewart – American poet, Princeton professor, Genius Award recipient – visited UConn as our 2015 Wallace Stevens poet on April 1st. I had the opportunity to ask her a few questions on her work and influences. Through her answers, I came to a greater understanding not only of her… Continue Reading