reviewed by Sue Repko
September 4, 2014

The epigraph to Maria Hummel’s latest novel Motherland is a short poem of the same title by the German poet Rose Ausländer (in German “Mutterland”).
 

My Fatherland is dead
They buried it
In fire

I live
in my Motherland—
Word
 

—translation by Eavan Boland

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Levilla Testi; Autumn in Amsterdam
September 3, 2014

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Levilla Testi; Autumn in Amsterdam

New York wraps itself
in pea coats.
The trees match the colors
of the taxis,
and the ramblings
of cell phones

become a strange new
human music 

Valerie Duff in Mexico City, 1979
September 1, 2014

Valerie Duff is the author of the poetry collection To the New World. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in The Prague Revue, Ploughshares, Blackbox Manifold, Poetry Northeast, AGNI, Gulf Coast, and Issue 07 of The Common. She is poetry editor of Salamander Magazine. Marni Berger and Valerie Duff spoke long distance this summer about Mexico City, Virginia, Boston, and writing poetry as if you’re sorting through a dream world.

Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Phil Koch
August 31, 2014

Were taking a two-week August break from publishing new content. Please enjoy these hand-picked selections from our print and digital archives. Original writing, audio, and visual features will resume on September 1. Happy August!

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Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Phil Koch

In August’s late-blooming adolescence

I lonelied myself for a romance

Like first teeth, the beautiful human white.

A studio of silk and misanthrope

I remember flocking home to. [Click here to read more]

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August 30, 2014

Were taking a two-week August break from publishing new content. Please enjoy these hand-picked selections from our print and digital archives. Original writing, audio, and visual features will resume on September 1. Happy August!

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Photo by Flickr Creative Commons user Cascadian Farm

In a country so hot, and with such sugar hunger, you’d think the frozen dairy dessert field in Abu Dhabi would be crowded. But the United Arab Emirates is a relatively new country, with few home-grown stores, so imported chocolates and native dates dominate the sweet shops. When it comes to ice cream, a dozen kinds of Baskin Robbins is all there is. In grocery stores, there’s Häagen-Dazs too, but it’s the jagged, sickly pink BR that dominates each and every city superblock, including one on the ground floor of our Abu Dhabi apartment building—right next to the ATM. . . . [Click here to read more]