Madeleine Cravens, M.F.A. candidate in poetry, sat down with poet Chessy Normile on a stoop in Brooklyn to talk about humor, vulnerability, and revision. Normile’s debut collection, Great Exodus, Great […]
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Madeleine Cravens, M.F.A. candidate in poetry, sat down with poet Chessy Normile on a stoop in Brooklyn to talk about humor, vulnerability, and revision. Normile’s debut collection, Great Exodus, Great […]
I first opened Diane Seuss’s new collection, frank: sonnets, in Maria Hernandez Park in the Bushwick neighborhood of Brooklyn on one of the first sunny days of Spring. To call […]
From the cigar factories of 19th century Cuba to sleazy Miami nightclubs and a family detention center in Texas, Gabriela Garcia’s debut novel, Of Women and Salt, follows the lives […]
Jordan E. Franklin is a Brooklyn based poet with two projects coming out in 2021 – When the Signals Come Home, a full-length collection from Switchback Books which won the […]
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Every summer, the fires come. Sometimes, they arrive early, stay past the fall. The fires tear through houses and bird nests. Schools close…
My son is a year-old as I write this, and he’s slept through the night twice. Both times I’ve woken in panic, sure this meant something was terribly wrong.
Columbia Journal is proud to introduce our new podcast. Episode One details a conversation between former Columbia Journal editors Shalvi Shah and Emma Ginader, Columbia Journal Editor in Chief Raad Rahman, and poet Joe Pan.
Racism exists everywhere. Nothing prepared me though, for the extent of racism in the US, or in the western world in general.
Grandma Sally pinched and blended. Smoothed and spiked. Followed where scent and hands led her with “a little of this, a little of that.”
Is that the way it is/ three stars from a .32 burning/ right down your boulevard.
When my mother said the word divorce in response to my asking where my father was—after she’d said, he won’t be back.
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