Jayne Benjulian, a 2013 poetry alum, was recently featured in the LEON Literary Review. Read an excerpt of “Irruptive Species” below:

Irruptive Species

I heard the owl too close
to the house, rustling leaves

skimming the back side
of her wings in air before

she settled atop a dead
birch. From there she surveyed.

I examined her too.
White and black bars across her chest.

Early for me, half-light:
my husband’s breathing, a storm

inside his marrow, violent rush,
upsurge in numbers, balance disturbed.

Read the rest of this poem here: http://leonliteraryreview.com/issue-8-jayne-benjulian/

Shannon K. Winston, a 2018 poetry alum, was recently featured in the LEON Literary Review. Read an excerpt of “Wish Fulfillment” below:

Wish Fulfillment

                                                   Paul Klee Pink Springs in Deep Winter, 1932

Spectacular: the way pink petals open
               against an equally pink
sky. Each brush stroke: a stem

             that connects to other stems,
to fine lines, and blooming buds.
             If I look closely,

I see a map, cracked
             glass, and tiny veins.
The blueprint of my own clumsy

               body, too, projected onto the clouds.
My ribs, my crooked teeth, the scar
              on my right cheek.

My hard, unassuming breasts.
             My legs, bruised from
knocking into objects

              I forget are there…

Read the rest of this poem here: http://leonliteraryreview.com/issue-8-shannon-k-winston/

Fiction alum Anne Elliot was recently featured in TriQuarterly. Read an excerpt of Elliot’s craft essay, “The Beloved ‘You’: Direct Address in Sigrid Nunez’s The Friend,” below:

The Beloved “You”: Direct Address in Sigrid Nunez’s The Friend

When I encounter direct address in fiction, my first assumption is that the “you” is me—that the narrator uses the second person to create kinship with the “dear reader.” But on a deeper look, the second person has more potential for complexity. “You” could be a single person, or many people, or could change over the course of a story. Or “you” could be specific to one of the story’s characters.

The pronoun “you” has often been used in fiction as a veiled first person, foregrounding a main character’s insecurity by putting the self at arm’s length. In Lorrie Moore’s Self Help, for example, the second person is cast in the imperative, taking the form of flawed instruction, crafting a warm-humored, self-deprecating parody of popular texts that purport to make living easier. In Jay McInerney’s Bright Lights, Big City, the second person has an accusatory feel, as it narrates the self-destruction of its protagonist and implicates the reader at the same time. As veiled first person, “you” is tied up with the ego or with troubles in a character’s relationship with herself. “I” and “you” have trouble coexisting, because they are the same person, and because they each see flaws in the other. As veiled first person, “you” is a being one cannot escape.

But what about an “I” whose “you” is absent—and sorely missed? Sigrid Nunez’s The Friend (Riverhead Books, 2018) offers another approach to the use of “you”: direct address as a focal point for monologue.

Read the rest of this essay here: https://triquarterly.org/craft-essays/beloved-%E2%80%9Cyou%E2%80%9D-direct-address-sigrid-nunez%E2%80%99s-friend

Fiction faculty member Marisa Silver was recently interviewed for Lit Hub regarding her new novel, The Mysteries. Read an excerpt of the interview below:

Marisa Silver Revisits the Golden Dawn of Girlhood: The Author of The Mysteries in Conversation with Jane Ciabattari

Jane Ciabattari: I’m wondering how you’ve been managing during the tumultuous year we’ve had? Where have you been living? Have you been able to write? What have you been doing to maintain some sense of normalcy?

Marisa Silver: I’ve been in Los Angeles and, like everyone, I’ve been riding the waves of everything that’s been coming at us. I’m a person who relies on a certain degree of emotional equilibrium in order to have the mental space to create degrees of emotional unruliness on the page. But this year, equanimity is not the name of the game, is it? I was in a pretty hyper-reactive state for many months as I responded to the daily barrage of pandemic news, the horrific police shootings, the dangers of late-stage Trump, and the anxiety about the election, all of which made writing a challenge.

But at a certain point, I reclaimed some focus and got back into a steady rhythm of work, which created its own kind of solace. Normalcy is an interesting word, and I’ve thought a lot about what it suggests, and what it means to “go back.” I think we all want to go back to patterns we relied on and enjoyed because they were known, but there is also a way in which maybe we should not be looking to recreate a normal that was predicated on intolerance and take-no-prisoners individualism that so much of the upheaval has exposed.

JC: What inspired your new novel, The Mysteries?

MS: My parents are both gone now, and I think a lot about how very little, in the end, I know about their early lives. I think this is true for many people. Parents pass on certain stories but not others—they can’t possibly download their entire experience to their kids, nor should they. I think about what we are trying to communicate about ourselves or the events that formed us through the anecdotes we do tell our kids. Why does one memory feel important enough, even urgent, to relate?

Of the handful of stories my father told me about his childhood, one included an event similar to the one that forms the tragedy at the center of my novel, an event he witnessed as a young boy. He described what happened, but told me nothing about how he felt, or how his mother, who was partially responsible, felt. He did not tell me anything about the aftermath. I understood—not then, but later—that what happened that day was fundamentally important to him because he chose to let me know about it. Writing a novel inspired by what he told me was a way for me to find out why.

Read the rest of the interview here: https://lithub.com/marisa-silver-revisits-the-golden-dawn-of-girlhood