Poetry

Cold Range, Hot Range

Thorpe Moeckel

We’re at the Potts Mountain Shooting Range / on a hot day in March, blowing ammo, / hosing the shale. Submachine, .357 / Glock.


Ghost Poem

CJ Evans

Here is my solitary city. This island of steel / and avenue. Towers with skeletons of organ // pipes that pierce the clouds’ flocking. . .


Fiction

The Cowboy Tango

Maggie Shipstead

When Mr. Glen Otterbausch hired Sammy Boone she was sixteen and so skinny that the whole of her beanpole body fit neatly inside the circle of shade cast by her hat.


VQR Gallery

Jordan W. Lint

Chris Ware

Two comic panels.

The sixth installment of Ware’s “serialized pictorial fiction.”

Blog

Eight Questions for J. Malcolm Garcia

Carianne King

An interview with the author of Call of the Narcocorrido, which appears in our current issue. He spent three weeks shadowing journalists in Juárez as they rushed from narco-murder to narco-murder in the homicide capital of the world.


Recent Books

This Gravity-Ridden World

Giles Harvey

Conquest of the Useless, the altogether appropriate title given to the journals Werner Herzog kept while making his most famous film in the Peruvian rainforest, weighs in at just over three hundred pages.


Book Notes

Reviews of new and forthcoming works, including Robert E. McGlone’s John Brown’s War against Slavery, Phillip Lopate’s Notes on Sontag, Jonathan Lethem’s Chronic City, and many more.