Arm yourself as you desire Look at this razor—just one swipe Spills open the bowels of your neighbor These are called cutting remarks. Of if you prefer blunt force Here are our clubs—studded or smooth (Studded is extra, by the way) Read the rest in Eunoia Review

The street on which all the divining shops lay, Mannheim discovered, was in fact an alley off the main boulevard of the district. There were a half-dozen or so signs above storefronts, each advertising a particular technique or set of techniques: tarot cards, palm readings, the rolling of bones, etc. Mannheim immediately bypassed the tarot…

I prefer not to show the ocean how I feel deep down. I am very comfortable being close to boulders. Just when the sun starts to get close to me I find myself pulling away. I feel comfortable sharing my private thoughts and feelings with the hydrangea. I tell the hydrangea just about everything. For…

As one of the recipients of the 2014 John C. Hodges Graduate Writing Awards, I had the privilege of participating in a reading last night at Hodges Library on the UT campus with the other award winners: Genna Gazelka, Jake Ward, Katherine Ann Davis, Ben McClendon, and Christian Anton Gerard.  My reading of the first…

If you are attending AWP in Seattle this year, please consider joining us on Thursday, February 27 at 9:00 am to 10:15 am in Room 613/614 of the Washington State Convention Center, for our panel on how critical theory can potentially benefit our creative writing practice. The panelists include Jaclyn Watterson, Joe Mayers, Jessica Alexander,…

Question: Tell us a little bit about yourself. Michael Shou-Yung Shum: I currently live in Knoxville and am a PhD student in the Creative Writing Program at the University of Tennessee. Other than writing, I love playing golf, gambling, and spending as much time as possible with my partner and our cats. Q: Where did you…

As demonstrated in Dream Song 16, Berryman was quite ambivalent toward what it meant to be a celebrity poet in contemporary America.  In essence, he was to become, like Henry, a golden pelt hung on the wall at a sophisticated cocktail party, something for the cognoscenti barracuda to admire and whistle at before they drank…

The atmosphere in the restaurant had been especially brutal for six weeks, since Herman’s wife had passed away. He’d been away an entire month, on bereavement leave. And then, barely recovered and somewhat bewildered why he was doing it, Herman Grimes had returned to work. That first week back had been awful, filled with so…

On a very cold day in December, Salvador called a meeting of the Science Club to inform us that he’d discovered a body in an alley several blocks from our junior high, frozen to the pavement behind the dumpsters. This was no ordinary body, he proclaimed, decayed beyond definition. You’re going to want to keep…

Three times a week, Grandfather Chen would ferry the both of us in his enormous liability-ridden Cutlass Supreme–painted a lavish maroon, the interior laden with mountains of bundled newspapers that left the white leather permanently besmeared with ink residue–to the practice diamonds near Houston Baptist University, where I would be dropped off, smelling of fresh…