Refugees in Berlin

Joshua Weiner: Berlin Alexanderplatz, April 2016

  The following essay is an excerpt from Joshua Weiner's Berlin Notebook (available on Amazon) out now from the Los Angeles Review of...
Continue Reading
Geoffrey Geoffrey

Geoffrey Geoffrey

My dad got lost on the way to the airport the weekend we flew to Illinois to watch my little brother play basketball. He got lost within five minutes of picking me up from my apartment. He's lived in this city for seventeen years and he can't remember his way around.

bob-hicok

The POEM: On Bob Hicok’s “Bottom of the Ocean”, by Ryan Van Winkle

Some poems come along at the right time. They come along, strike and get stuck. There is no telling when this will happen. You flirt with good, well-meaning, perfectly suitable poems for years but never want to marry any of them. Like love, there is a certain amount of luck, a certain amount of gut. And like love, we know if it has happened once, it can happen again.

Designed by B O D Y | Powered by Data3s