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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.





 


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Because we have already accepted all of the poems we intend to publish in the spring issue (#124), and because Confrontation intends to publish future issues online, we are closing our annual deadline for receiving poetry at the end of this month, February, 2019. All poems received with a postmark before March 7 (nearly all...

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February, 2019 To all of Confrontation’s subscribers, to those writers whose work we have published in one or several issues of Confrontation over the last fifty years, and to all who would like to see their work in Confrontation in the future, we have important news—news I would have shared with you earlier, had any...

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Outside the Window

It is clarity the soul sighs for. But who said that to her, anyway? She cannot remember. Claridad. Fragments of her Spanish keep elbowing in, jarring her thoughts. Not many things are clear and so she has to focus on the few that are. Basta.

Hands

The first memory of your shame, though you didn’t realize it as such at the time, is of your mother. She looked old even then, in her forties, sitting in her nightdress next to you half-tucked into bed, massaging a medicinal lotion into your hands.

The Event

Within a month the two of you have adopted this evasion, one of many in the lingua franca of the long married. You even laugh over how lame it is, but it’s a useful bit of marital shorthand, mild enough to escape the children’s attention and easily used in public, should the need arise.

Thin-Silvered Constellations

Poetry from Issue 123, Spring 2018

Memories of a Mugging

Sunday in Quito. Nine thousand feet up on the equator, the sky is clear, the parks filled with fruit vendors and picnicking families. Much of downtown is blocked from traffic, bikes fill the streets, and there is no exhaust. Absent exhaust, Quito smells like . . . nothing.

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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