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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 2016 Poetry Prize

Announcing the Confrontation 2016 Poetry Prize: $750 and publication in one of our 2016 issues for the winning poem. The submissions window is open until March 15. See this post for details.

Christopher Thornton’s Global Spotlight: Letter from Lalibela

It is Christmas Day in Lalibela, Ethiopia—December 25, the day chosen to commemorate the birth of Christ in the world of Western Christianity. In Ethiopia, the celebration won’t arrive for another fifteen days because the Ethiopian Orthodox Church adheres to the Eastern calendar.

The Unraveling Wind-up

There is sand on the sheets of the bed in this room. No matter.

Dusk/the piano

There is a pause. You consider what I’ve said, then you begin playing Für Elise. I am lonely in a way no nearness can alter.

The Names

In the beginning, from the inky black mouth of God, into a darkness so deep that any subsequent darkness seemed ironic, a pale simulacrum of true night, there was a word.

A Simple Life

My wife and I moved upstate when we retired from our former jobs: I from newspaper reporting on poor people’s crimes, and she from event planning for rich people’s weddings.

Snake River Story

In the shade of a tall locust in Pioneer Park, sharing a blanket, Deena Lee was on her feet performing a stretch and Montgomery Bolt was on his back, in plaid Bermuda shorts, reading a book.

Arctic Fox

Imagine you were born in a box. A big box, you can walk around in it, you have food and whatever. That’s not the point. You grow up in this box.

Available Now: Issue 118, Fall 2015

The list of contributors to the Fall 2015 issue.

In Joseph’s Kitchen

My friend Joseph, in his plaid shirt, old jeans & slippers, tells me he’s studying Heidegger again.

The Night She Brought Home the Belladonnas

my wife told me to go fuck myself. I detested the closed petals, the hidden corollas folded like a carapace, not letting the light beam in . . .

Osteoporosis

At my age one becomes a bird. The doctor is grave about my bones, so empty that a narrow light shines through.