Inside his costume, Gilles’s body has no border because joke after joke has dissolved the body into a sky. His body is ...

Our friendship lasted three and a half years and one day, or one night. It was not a long friendship, but it was an intense ...

For our series Making of a Poem, we’re asking poets to dissect the poems they’ve published in our pages. Mark Leidner’s poem ...

generally traverse the water in a skid. They stand in the sun and harden together, taking turns.

as I am of it. I embody everything it hates ...

For our series Making of a Poem, we’re asking poets to dissect the poems they’ve published in our pages. Mark Leidner’s poem “Sissy Spacek” appears in the new Fall issue of the Review, no. 249. How ...

And take upon's the mystery of things. As if we were God's spies . . .

We were tuned like two crystal sets to the race stations where we heard the saxophones of the Black Zion.

Wind from the northwestern quarter is lifting him high above ...

Eugene would say, "Someone died . Time to redecorate." Everything we owned was secondhand.

turned impotent, and had to be divorced. The nineteenth century, for all its love ...