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The above slideshow contains lines, sentences, and ideas from writers whose work confronts literature’s complexity, beauty, and necessity. Images confronting our made worlds and our given worlds, from Manhattan to Michigan to the unmitigated ocean.





 


Confrontation News and Excerpts

The Confrontation 2014 Poetry Prize

Announcing the Confrontation 2014 Poetry Prize: $750 and publication in one of our 2014 issues for the winning poem. Submit up to four previously unpublished poems with a $10 entry fee to Confrontation during the months of February or March 2014. Your entry fee includes a year-long subscription to the magazine, beginning with a copy...

Christopher Thornton’s Global Spotlight: Letter from New Delhi

The Lessons of Connaught Place: Rarely does a work of architecture represent something so different from what was intended.

An Assumption

I was alone, on my knees, in my closet-sized bedroom, dutifully running through the rosary, when my prayers were disrupted by that most sensual of pleasures—the aroma of a well-cooked dinner.

The Boy Who Stabbed People

A boy in the neighborhood had become a problem for Rella. For years he had shouted names like “Knucklenose” and “Vat,” names whose significance she could not determine, whenever their paths crossed and he was in the mood.

The Uncertainty Principle

From the moment the patient becomes indistinguishable

The Last of the Icemen

I knew a wedding DJ once who claimed he could reorder any space based on the songs he chose to play. It’s all just an algorithm, higher math, the music of the spheres; if you know the right sequence, you can move anybody anywhere.

Isaac’s Lament

He took the wood from me and bound my wrists

Whipping Up a Feast in the House of Grief

When the R.N. at the nursing home told me Mother might die any day, I hit the Emily Dickinson hard, even keeping a collection of her poetry open on the kitchen counter for easy access.

Persona Non Grata: Globetrotting in the Security Age

Every summer, the beginning of travel season, I become apprehensive. I’m not afraid of flying. I take five or six trips a year by air, both short hops and long-haul flights that cross half a dozen time zones. I’m apprehensive because I don’t live in the United States, and travel in the summer typically...

Poetry Reading: The 2013 Poetry Prize

Robert Snyderman reads his poem "Monastery for Sandy Hook Children and Teachers," winner of the 2013 Confrontation Poetry Prize, which appears in Issue No. 113, Spring 2013.

Amulets of Mars

Onto the thick, red, dead sands of Mars, the Mars rover imprinted the signature of life. Across the ripples of sand, miles of ripples laid out by the wind, ripples that curved and curved in and out and were never straight for long, ripples that were not smiles or frowns but merely the face of...

The Understory of the One-Eyed Deer

It was the left eye that wasn’t. Just fine fur, smooth, a faint black scrape of a stitch line where the lower eyelid would have been. The skin blinked, an uncanny movement suggesting eye muscles with no eye to roll.