by WaterStone Review | Dec 3, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your fiction piece “Jim” in Volume 22. How did it come to be? I had a short story collection that was evolving for years and finally it evolved into a cesspool of a novel. I knew it was, and so I ended up revising it, but that’s one of the pieces...
by WaterStone Review | Nov 18, 2019 | blog: all
In The Field: Conversations With Our Contributors-Steve Castro Tell us about your poem “Mother” in Volume 22. How did it come to be? I came across Warsan Shire’s epigraph from her poem “The House” that I used in my poem “Mother” via an AFREADA x Africa Writes...
by WaterStone Review | Nov 7, 2019 | blog: all
Tell us about your poem “Run the Jewels” in Volume 22. How did it come to be? I had read, several times, of the horrific lynching of Chinese in Los Angeles in 1871, but was surprised that there was so little awareness of it in the American consciousness. In a way,...
by WaterStone Review | Oct 22, 2019 | blog: all
In The Field is a blog series devoted to highlighting the writing life and artistic process of our contributors. This week we continue with our series now featuring contributors from our most recent issue, Vo. 22 “Tending to Fires”. Vol. 22 is now available for...
by WaterStone Review | Sep 30, 2019 | blog: all
For twenty two years, Water~Stone Review has been a collaborative passion project of students, faculty, and staff. For our next issue, we are bringing a new team member to the process with hope of expanding our chorus of voices in our pages as well as our reach and...
by WaterStone Review | Sep 19, 2019 | blog: all
Reviewed by ROBYN EARHART (Much gratitude to Milkweed Editions for sending me an early copy of Su’s work to review.) Su Hwang is a bit of a legend in the Twin Cities literary community. Poetry Asylum cofounder, recipient of the inaugural Jerome Hill Fellowship in...
by WaterStone Review | Sep 9, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your poem in Volume 21, “The Price of Rice.” How did it come to be? Back when I was putting my manuscript together, I wanted to write a poem honoring my mother’s sacrifices and hardships to balance out (tonally) the other poems highlighting our...
by WaterStone Review | Aug 27, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your poem in Volume 21, “Closing Time.” How did it come to be? My mother was Jewish, my father was a WASP, and neither was religious. I find ethnicity confusing, and my ethnicity in particular. Since most of our social life came about through my...
by WaterStone Review | Aug 12, 2019 | blog: all
With the last month of summer upon us, it seems like the right time to check into the production of Volume 22. In May, after the editorial board and their faculty editors made their final selections, production began in earnest with an initial Design + Concept...
by WaterStone Review | Jul 22, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your poem, “Landmannalaugar,” in Volume 21. How did it come to be? When I was in college, I spent a week in Iceland as part of a study abroad program through my conservative Christian university. Our guides took us to this beautiful, remote hot spring...
by WaterStone Review | Jul 8, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your poem in Volume 21, “Necropsy.” How did it come to be? This poem came about from reminiscing about a class I took in undergrad. I got my bachelors in Animal Science and the coursework included taking a class called Equine Science. Part of the...
by WaterStone Review | Jun 25, 2019 | blog: all
In a break from our normal protocol, we present this special In The Field featuring Elaine Ford. WSR published Ford’s piece “Briggate” posthumously, as submitted for consideration by her husband Arthur Boatin. In the following Q&A, Arthur has...
by WaterStone Review | Jun 19, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your poem in Volume 21, “Panels from a Celestial Autumn.” How did it come to be? It’s an invented form where each section or ‘panel’, as in a polyptych in painting is a separate voice but the sections hang together as part of a larger whole. I began...
by WaterStone Review | Jun 12, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your CNF piece, “Preserves,” in Volume 21. How did it come to be? Structurally, “Preserves” tells the true story of my experience learning to preserve food through canning. That straightforward narrative arc serves as a container to hold less...
by WaterStone Review | Jun 3, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your fiction piece, “For Ángel, The Ocean,” in Volume 21. How did it come to be? Someone close to me struggled with substance abuse, and it’s very hard to know what to do in that situation. You want to help and be there for them, but where is the line...
by WaterStone Review | May 28, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your poem “Coulee Kids” in Volume 21. How did it come to be? This poem is a commentary on the community where I grew up in western Wisconsin. I started writing it after hearing about the passing of the woman I mention in the poem, who was the mother...
by WaterStone Review | May 21, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your essay, “Memory Palace,” from Volume 21. How did it come to be? I wrote “Memory Palace” to explore my experience of teaching poetry to older adults with memory loss, as well as the way memory has shifted in my own life through parenting a young...
by WaterStone Review | May 13, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your fiction piece in Volume 21, “Double Jack Slip Jig.” How did it come to be? Moseman “Double Jack Slip Jig” is the opening chapter of a novella, Snippet, that I wrote to inhabit/explore the aftermath of a murder-suicide. Before Google, the only...
by WaterStone Review | May 6, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your poems in Volume 21, “To Shade a Green We Say a Noun” and “O Pie of Grace.” How did they come to be? “To Shade a Green We Say a Noun”: I was frustrated with sea-green, forest-green, mint-green. There are so many greens! Description is so hard! I...
by WaterStone Review | Apr 30, 2019 | blog: all
1. Tell us about your poem, “Dream Rematerialized in Bangladesh,” in Volume 21. How did it come to be? I really did have a dream in which long threads that extended from my mother’s tongue were stitched through my fingertips. She spoke, my hands typed. I was her...
