Emerging Writers We’ve Discovered This Week: February 16, 2014
We adore our INCH contributors and book authors, and we always have our eyes and ears open for emerging writers when we scan the latest issues of journals, check the most recent blog posts, catch the tweets flying by, or grab a beer at a local reading.
We’d like to celebrate some of the new and not-so-new artists we discover during the course of our weeks in the hopes that they’ll contribute to Bull City Press in the future. (And we want to celebrate the hell out of our indie press community that we love.)
Kay Cosgrove’s “What I Wish For” was one of the highlights of the new issue of Four Way Review. I love its leery exploration of elegance. A quick Google search yields the magnificent “Hawaii is Our Living Room” from Floodwall. Check out her other work in Lumina and The Scrambler.
— Ross White
I dig Nate Marshall
‘s “church in the wild
” in the new issue of The Collagist
. He tweets
, “It’s about black church, youth, and singing the thong song. I’m on, wipe me down.” He’s definitely on:
tuesday’s children are holy
as hell, praying for mercy,
on the lamb of God
with a grape juice chaser.
There’s a lot to be excited about in the second issue of Waxwing
, a new literary journal edited by Justin Bigos and Bojan Louis. With an emphasis on “promoting the tremendous cultural diversity of contemporary American literature, alongside international voices in translation,” the issue has a number of knock-outs across genres. In poetry, Lisa Russ Spaar’s “From Agitation” reckons with the unsaid in a compressed lyric; Carolina Ebeid’s beautiful “Punctum: Transom” navigates the boundary between what the speaker knows and what the speaker hopes; and Matthew Olzmann devastates us with “Carnival Music,” in which an out-of-work clown’s unimaginable balloon artistry draws the short distance between fools and heroes.
This is not to mention new work by Evie Shockley, Bruce Bond, and Dana Levin, among others. On the fiction side, C. Dale Young’s “Desaparecido” tells a story of two boys, Pedro and Carlitos, and traces the quiet violence hidden in the games young men play. Michael Martone has a short piece which features the remarkable sentence: “She is inside her story as he is inside her, nearing the end, not the end end of the story but the stopping place for this one night as he nears, at her other end, his end, the mechanical winching of the plot, the appearance of the goddamn Allah ex machina.” The issue also features an incisive discussion between Nick McRae and Rebecca Gayle Howell, in which the poets address the intersections between poetry, faith, and what it means to be a steward of the arts. Waxwing is a rare thing: a journal as captivating and well-considered as its mission. We should all be looking forward to the next issue.