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The White Review
No. 33

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The White Review No. 33 features interviews with writer Siri Hustvedt and feminist scholar Sara Ahmed. The issue includes new fiction by Gina Apostol,...

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The White Review Poet’s Prize 2023
For the first time this year, The White Review Poet’s Prize was open to poets based anywhere in the world. Last month we announced a shortlist of eight poets. ...

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Lucy Mercer
Lucy Mercer is a writer living in London. Her poems have been published widely in magazines and anthologies, and she was awarded the inaugural White Review Poet's Prize.

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Peter Gizzi’s ‘Sky Burial: New & Selected Poems’

Book Review

August 2020

Lucy Mercer

Book Review

August 2020

Described by its publisher as a ‘generous selection’, Peter Gizzi’s Sky Burial: New & Selected Poems (Carcanet, 2019) is more of a waterfall or a...
I forget       some days in Helepolis –  chapelles          of blue peaches         call the foam-line   ‘Men of Rome’ my wheel emits uncertain as gaspereau    
Dream Houses

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November 2017

Lucy Mercer

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Ahmad Fāris al-Shidyāq

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January 2014

First published in 1855, Leg over Leg recounts the life, from birth to middle age, of ‘the Fāriyāq,’ alter ego of Ahmad Fāris al-Shidyāq, a pivotal...

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The Brothel

Kit Buchan

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I unearthed a little brothel in the spring of forty-three, It was captained by a midwife who was ninety...

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April 2017

Remain

Ed Lately

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April 2017

The apology had been the most charged and contested gesture between us, the common element in arguments whose subjects...

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January 2016

The Bees

Wioletta Greg

TR. Eliza Marciniak

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January 2016

On Sunday right after lunch, my father began preparing muskrat skins and cut his finger on a dirty penknife....

 

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