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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

Issue 123, Spring 2018, Available Now

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Insomnia and The Critique of Pure Reason

Poetry from Confrontation 122, Fall 2017.

Requiem

Poetry from Confrontation 122, Fall 2017.

I Would Not Remember Them

I want only to listen to "Morning Breeze with Chandra Corea," the best program on radio Sri Lanka, but Mr. S, he take away radio again and give to his daughter.

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Received and Recommended: Patricia Horvath’s All the Difference

This beautifully written, thoughtful memoir by a writer whose fiction has appeared in several issues of Confrontation, focuses on Horvath’s adolescence and specifically on her physical abnormality since childhood—caused by scoliosis—which eventually sends her, at thirteen, to Yale University Hospital in New Haven, Connecticut, where her spinal column was fused and bones were grafted (her...

Burial Ground

The dead lie above ground beneath a stone wall under a row of skulls.

Scattered like Desert Sand

Here in this hot-as-hell Humvee, middle of a convoy traversing a warren of nameless Iraqi streets dissolving into sand behind a hard wind-driven wall of desert dust.

We May Be Lost, but We’re Making Good Time

Bonnie Beth never got up early enough to scramble eggs, fry a pancake, or pour Wheaties, so Kindred lifted a heaping teaspoon of instant coffee from the jar into the maw beneath his mustache and washed it down with a Red Bull.

Displaced Persons

In the evening when he got home from work it was my grandfather’s habit to pause at the sight of his little family gathered in the kitchen to greet him, a bitter confusion emptying his face as if once again he had blundered into the wrong apartment.

Omnipresent

She was within airspace of all my words, hunted them in the Arabic script of bats.

Storm

The grass flails as if something frantic were trying to escape: