A starkly titled prose poem about a figurative ocean of blackness.| The Cincinnati Review
22.1 contributor Zoe Ballering discusses life spans and storytelling.| The Cincinnati Review
Story from Issue 22.1| The Cincinnati Review
A sharp, lyrical meditation on the vulnerability and rage at moving through public space in a queer, feminine body.| The Cincinnati Review
A complex essay by Debra Spark in which the story told is someone else's, a woman who learns about her mother's past| The Cincinnati Review
A family story that takes us millions of light-years away to get a closer view of home.| The Cincinnati Review
Former Assistant Editor Lily Davenport interviews author Lydi Conklin about writing for queer readers, drawing comics, and more.| The Cincinnati Review
Brenna Womer's powerful visual erasures of her mother's letters.| The Cincinnati Review
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"Running into [Martha] in the bookfairs of various AWP conferences over the years was like catching a jolt of open sky amid the general fog of crowds and schmoozing."| The Cincinnati Review
Only an elite few stories take up residence in your memory as visceral reading experiences. Brett Hymel Jr.'s "Self-Care" is one such story.| The Cincinnati Review
Gabrielle Grace Hogan, writer for Autostraddle and a poet.| The Cincinnati Review
title taken from Tommy Pico’s Nature Poem I walked like a rage into the body of my life, which insisted the end of grief camein the fulfillment of desire, but desire, like loneliness, is a hunger it willcome back I muzzled grief I desired with a desire beyond desireI repeated| The Cincinnati Review
An essay in which the quotidian overlies concerns about women's health| The Cincinnati Review
In this Shirley Jackson-like fable, A. A. Balaskovits gives us a glimpse into collective cruelty and our age-old fear of, and fascination with, difference.| The Cincinnati Review
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Lydia did not vacuum the floors or dust the overloaded bookshelves when the men started returning three years later, in small groups of fifty or five hundred at first. She did not stoop below her daughter’s small white desk, now the centerpiece of the family room, to gather up the tiny construction-| The Cincinnati Review
3 minutes reading time Assistant Managing Editor Bess Winter: As North Americans, when we think about current-day Crimea, our first, and perhaps only, association may be with war. In her haunting essay in Issue 21.1, "Gone Are the Blackberries, the Alycha, the Asters, and the Rusty Spigot," Yekaterina Droog pays tribute to her grandfather's lost| The Cincinnati Review - Publishing great literature and art since 2003
I remember the summer after Chernobyl for its fertility and vibrant colors. Whether it was due to the high levels of radiation blown toward the Crimean Peninsula by the northern winds, as my family speculated later, or to my grandfather’s tireless efforts to turn a cleared patch of clay into a kitchen-garden, that year our| The Cincinnati Review - Publishing great literature and art since 2003
An extensive (maCRo?) essay on magical realism in Latin American literature, family history, Colombia, and the magical in the everyday.| The Cincinnati Review - Publishing great literature and art since 2003
The unexpected rewards of going through a lifetime of saved paper.| The Cincinnati Review - Publishing great literature and art since 2003
Hadley Moore explores what we can learn from photos of our fallen heroes.| The Cincinnati Review - Publishing great literature and art since 2003
Now you need not die again, but still I wish you were here—Katherine Anne Porter, Pale Horse, Pale Rider My nephew is writing a book, he says, about Martin Luther King, Jr. “Now why would you do that?” I asked him. “Pick a topic without so much competition. Who’s going to read your book?” Ask| The Cincinnati Review - Publishing great literature and art since 2003
Nikki Barnhart shares the artworks that inspired her story in issue 21.1, "Rabbit, Rabbit."| The Cincinnati Review - Publishing great literature and art since 2003
In this piece by Parker Wilson, we meet an online fitness addict with an unforgettable voice.| The Cincinnati Review - Publishing great literature and art since 2003