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Author Archives: Ann Kjellberg
“for the marathon dead and wounded,” James Stotts
mid april passing manchester the cherries have no stones washing their wings in the river wind not nearly as material as those bald merrimack pylons i am the maculate receipt of bestial capital and care barely thirty but i can already feel the worms between my legs the black mold fastened to my bones […]
Welcome Les Murray!
photo by Graham Carter Les Murray is in the States on a rare visit of reading and teaching. He will appear at the Poetry Foundation on April 25, details here. Little Star has been honored to publish lots of recent poems by Les Murray. To celebrate his visit, we reproduce the whole crop in […]
Different Animals, a new play by Abby Rosebrock
JESSICA Obviously I’ve heard that story since I was a kid, but the way you told it, I felt like I knew him— WILL Peter? That’s pretty high praise— JESSICA Like when people kept asking if he was with Jesus, and Peter kept being like, I don’t even know that guy. WILL (Agreeing) He was […]
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Bumper crop of classical Japanese verse in English
Suddenly this spring, an unexpected flowering of Japanese verse in English. Two Copper Canyon editions of W. S. Merwin: Ten years in the making, the first complete bilingual edition of haiku from Yosa Buson (1716–1783), the successor to Basho and one of the great Haikuists of the Edo period, translated in collaboration with Takako Lento […]
Our new app Little Star Weekly is here!
A mini mobile literary magazine for your iPhone or iPad. In each issue: Little Star Radio: A musical selection by critic Alex Ross Little Star Gallery: An image from painter Mary Weatherford A poem, a piece of prose, and a literary serial, plus or minus Issue #1 James Kelman Seamus Heaney Cynthia Zarin (Part 1) Issue #2 […]
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“Story,” by Robert Walser
A girl and a young man were very unhappy. He was supposed to abduct her, but hadn’t quite made up his mind. She wanted to be abducted, but already suspected how difficult this might be. I don’t know in what era this transpired; at any rate, a decision was made, the hour struck, it was […]
Margaret Weatherford
At home, we are a normal family: my parents, my brother, and me. We don’t live in Los Angeles, actually, but in Norwalk, next to the freeway. We live in one of those houses you see as you speed by or sit still in traffic, suffocating. A cracked cement patio, baby clothes stuck to dry […]
James Kelman coming to New York!
Little Star loves James Kelman. To our eye he is one of the most lyrical, subtle, inventive craftsmen of prose today. His new book, Mo Said She Was Quirky, which inhabits the mind of a woman croupier for a single inverted day, is a miracle of sympathetic intelligence. He is making a rare visit […]
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Bartleby Unveiled, by Prudence Crowther
Bartleby laid down his pen with finality. Did he mean to finish, I asked? He would “prefer not to.” And though I promised he needn’t meet his daily quota of 7,200 words but could stick to drawing up simple eviction notices, that month he wrote no more. Desperate to recharge the clerk’s former industry, I […]
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Two American Landscapes: Lydia Davis, Eliot Weinberger
No Meeting Lydia Davis The hour of nine passes; then ten, and half past, and there is no sound of the church bell. Not only is there no bell on the old meeting house, but there is also no meeting there, for the aged pastor Underwood has retired, the venerable figure I barely remember. And […]