Race in America

Jennifer Givhan

1. Domestic Adoption: No joke, black babies are cheaper— white ones cost ten grand more. That’s not how she phrased it on the phone after the gauge of my uterus…

The Cloud Painter’s Lover

Terese Svoboda

The orange car the sixteen-year-old has been eyeing ever since he strapped himself in is taking up the air—can’t they feel it? The boy lunges at the windshield, he smacks…

Enormous Wings

Micah Perks

You no longer remember, but we landed in Puerto Vallarta in the second week of June, and it was cloudy and rainy and windy, but warm. We walked along the…

May Micro-Reviews

Frank Stanford. What About This: The Collected Poems of Frank Stanford. Ed. Michael Wiegers. Copper Canyon Press, 2015. 764 pages. $40.00. The most interesting book of poetry—actually in any genre—from…

On Route

Peter Jacoby

G., an undertaker, told of the deceased’s wife who, paging through the sample book of fabrics for the burial shroud, on seeing the color, said, “Ooh, raspberry.” “Raspberry?” said G. “Well, I couldn’t get him to wear it when he was alive.”…

When I Have Dementia

Lynn Casteel Harper

Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp and sweep the house and seek diligently until she finds it?      —Luke 15:8…

Janus

Elvis Bego

Listen, it was in his twenty-seventh year that my poor brother Gael—the red sheep of the family, which is why Papa had sent him up the mountain to think some more of it all in the divided house of our grandparents…

Women’s Hour, YMCA

Rebecca McClanahan

Early morning three times a week we gather at the shallow end, young and old and not-quite-old, black, white, Asian, Hispanic, Noreen and Vivian and True Love (yes that’s her true name, you can’t make this stuff up) and the ones I rename in my mind: Little Engine, Beauty, Lioness, Bright.…

April Micro-Reviews

Natalia Toledo. The Black Flower and Other Zapotec Poems. Trans. Clare Sullivan. Phoneme Media, 2015. 172 pages. $16.00. Friedrich Schleiermacher tells us that the translator has two choices: she can…

The Old Hok Wisdom

George Choundas

The royals of Beflou eat to capacity and don’t stop. Once full, they dispense with swallowing. They chew up their food and—having exhausted flavor, texture, moisture—spit it into little bowls…

An Ambulance Ride

Spencer Nadler

The newly-minted 1970 ambulance was a gleaming red van-like affair that came with an EMT who doubled as our driver; a senior obstetrical resident sat up front beside him. As…

March Micro-Reviews

Ire’ne Lara Silva. Blood Sugar Canto. Saddle Road Press, 2016. 100 pages. $16.00. Silva’s latest thematic collection, centered on her diagnosis as an insulin dependent diabetic, is nothing short of breathtaking. Lyrical proof…

Micro-Review Author Notes

Joseph Campana is a poet, arts critic, and scholar of Renaissance literature. He is the author of The Pain of Reformation (Fordham UP, 2012) and two collections of poetry, The…

Translation

Jeffrey Morgan

We love our bodies for their factory qualities,

their two different kinds of beauty: alone

and beside someone.…

The Bus

Brock Clarke

My car won’t start. So I call my wife Therese and tell her that. She says “Oh no!” and then offers to pick me up right away. It’s almost five…

Editor’s Statement

In the Spring issue of KROnline, we published two poems by John Smelcer, “Smoke Signal” and “Indian Blues.” I appreciate the many readers who have contacted us to point out…

How to Make Dark Blue

Cecily Patterson

Behind the eyeballs of a Siamese cat there is a residue that you could use, but the cat won’t hold still for the procedure. You could use a bad rash,…

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