In The Field: Conversations With Our Contributors–Jeff Oaks
In The Field: Conversations With Our Contributors–Jeff Oaks
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 sale in our online shop.
1. Tell us about your cnf pieces “Driving” and “My High Horse” in Volume 22. How did they come to be?
“Driving” was written as a draft in a journal in the summer of 2014, when my brother and I were driving back from Provincetown where we had indeed just scattered our mother’s ashes in the Atlantic Ocean. I didn’t recognize it as a “piece” until I began putting together all the poems I have written about my mother’s last year-and-a-half of life and the subsequent recovery from that. As a kind of coda to our time together as brothers, “Driving” is now the last piece of that [forthcoming] book, The Things.
“My High Horse” was written, I believe, in 2018, when I was beginning to notice that, although most of my friends and I are “progressives” we have become very quick about judging other people’s motives and worthiness. When I was a kid, my mother, whenever she caught herself or one of us saying something mean about someone else’s life, would often say something like, “Of course, being perfect myself…” as a way to puncture any self-inflation going on. It made us laugh, and brought us back to earth. “My High Horse” was written in that spirit, at a time when I could feel myself getting very angry about choices I saw some of my fellow citizens making. One of the principal dangers, I think these days, is the belief that “everybody is awful” or “I hate everyone” or “people suck.” You have to have hope in other people to get real (meaning large-scale), but it’s hard to do that if you’re just stuck in hate and fear and anger. At that point, my mother’s self-puncturing voice appeared, almost as an exercise to recognize what kind of High Horse I was sitting on, what beliefs keep me in that sad saddle.
2. What excites you as a writer? What turns you off, makes you turn away or stop reading a piece of writing?
As a writer: Getting past the boredom and irritation of my own writing and finding some metaphor or swerve of phrase that changes everything. What turns me away from reading: not finding anything new in terms of information or surprising in terms of language or complicated in terms of emotional depth.
3. What was an early experience that led to you becoming a writer?
There were so many [experiences], practical and mystical, that led me to writing, and which easily led to something else—entomology was an early love, as was psychology. I loved looking at the natural world and I was deeply interested in trying to figure people out. I’ve always wondered about the lives of small things—ants, bees, slips of the tongue, whispers in a crowded room. But the central moment was when I was 16 or 17 and went to a poetry and fiction workshop for high school students. I said beforehand that I wanted to work with the fiction writer because I thought maybe writing a bestselling book would be a way to be someone.The fiction writer was, however, very dour. But Judith Kitchen was the poet, and when I heard her read and talk about art and life, the room lit up for me. I’d never seen an adult who so-loved her life. I switched workshops and followed her. Later, she ran workshops at some local libraries, and I went until she recognized something in me was in need of her attention. She invited me to meet with her a couple of times, read early poems, and urged me to follow writing as a way to live in the world. She was the key that unlocked the door.
4. What books, writers, art, or artists inspire you and your work? Do–or have–you had any mentors in your writing life?
I have had many wonderful role models, teachers, and friends over the years: Liz Rosenberg, Milt Kessler, Lynn Emanuel, Ed Ochester, Toi Derricotte; my writing pals Geeta Kothari and Jenny Johnson in Pittsburgh, and Liz Ahl, Noah Stetzer, and Jan Freeman elsewhere. Friends on Facebook and Twitter are a constant source of inspiration and challenge. My literary heroes are Eduardo Galeano, E.B. White, Emily Dickinson, Carl Phillips, Kimiko Hahn, Emerson, among many, many artists.
5. Do you practice any other art forms? If so, how do these influence your writing and/or creative process?
In 2017, I started painting and drawing, after not having really done it since the mid-80s as an undergraduate. I had two books I was, and still am, working on, and painting gave me a chance to do something that had silence in it. Painting is so much of the body; I find it occupies me when nothing else can ease my anxiety. At the moment, writing and painting are in separate worlds, although my new book of poetry, Little What, features a painting of mine as its cover, so maybe there will be occasions for dialogue.
6. What craft element challenges you the most in your writing? How do you approach it? What is your quirk as a writer?
Plotting in a deliberate way is my challenge. Which is probably why I never ended up writing that bestselling novel that would have made me rich. I would say I have a sense of dramatic structure, which I can usually count on rising up as I work.
7. How does the current political climate influence your art or creative process?
I stopped writing in 2017 with Trump’s inauguration. I really couldn’t believe what had happened and was terrified by what was now likely to happen to the country. I had no hope. I was angry and frustrated and full of grief. What finally helped me pull out of it was, as I said, painting, just making shapes of color on a canvas or page. Sometimes just drawing lines and reading people like Lynda Barry or looking at Paul Klee or Milton Avery paintings. And then teaching helped too. I was surrounded by undergraduates who still had hope, who needed to see that hope was still possible. Talking to them, making writing prompts for them, I began to write again in my journal. Writing now usually means putting together a lot of little scraps, sentences, lines, until they start to add up. Before that, I usually wrote a whole first draft fast and then revised down. Now I start with pieces and revise those into bigger pieces.
8. What are some themes/topics that are important to your writing?
Usually, I start with a question or a scene or an image and work from it until I get to something I didn’t expect to find. The only time I start with a theme is when a literary journal like Creative Nonfiction has a call for something. I wrote my first long essay for their Animals issue, a topic I am quite interested in, and more recently for their Marriage issue, a theme I had a lot of questions about. Otherwise, my themes are the ones that every writer has—attending to the details of the world, exploring the self, testing the limits of my language where I can.
9. What does your creative process look like? How does the environment you are in shape your work or where do you like to write?
Weekdays, I walk the dog, take him to camp, then go to a cafe to work for a couple hours. Weekends, I walk the dog, give him a peanut butter Kong at home, then go to a cafe and revise or submit. That’s the basic structure of my days. Because I’ve become an administrator and a husband, and so have less free time than I used to, writing now usually means putting together a lot of little scraps, sentences, lines, until they start to add up. I like working in a cafe because I can steal language from other people. Or use their conversations as starting points for my own wandering.
10. What projects or pieces are you working on right now?
I’m currently working on a second book of poetry/short prose, tentatively titled The Things, about my mother’s death, of which “Driving” will be a part of. A book of autobiographical essays is nearly done. And finally, there are some new prose/ pieces that seem to be accumulating into something.
Jeff Oaks’s first full-length collection Little What was published by Lily Poetry Review Books in September 2019. His prose and poetry have appeared most recently in Creative Nonfiction, The Georgia Review, The Missouri Review, and the Kenyon Review Online, as well as in the anthologies Brief Encounters: A Collection of Contemporary Nonfiction and My Diva: 65 Gay Men on the Women Who Inspire Them. He teaches writing at the University of Pittsburgh. You can find more about Jeff at his website jeffoaks.wordpress.com/.
In The Field: Conversations With Our Contributors–Keith Lesmeister
In The Field: Conversations With Our Contributors–Keith Lesmeister
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 readership.
In this post we meet Vol. 23 Contributing Fiction Editor, Keith Lesmeister.
What is your earliest memory or experience in which you knew you wanted to be a writer? What brought you to the art form?
I can remember with pinpoint accuracy the moment I wanted to write short stories. It was ten years ago. I was taking a creative writing class—fiction & poetry—and we just finished Michael Cunningham’s story White Angel. Up to that point, I was writing because I wanted to record family stories and history. After White Angel, I wanted to create my own (fictional) stories.
What writers do you admire? What specific pieces of work do you find yourself continually drawn to for inspiration?
Michael Cunningham, as mentioned. Also, as of late, I’ve been reading and rereading some old work by Rebecca Lee, Jane Smiley, Mary Miller, Maile Meloy, Annie Dillard, and Andrew Porter.
Can you give us any insight into what your creative process looks like?
Coffee. Lots of coffee. And fits and starts. I used to be more diligent about a writing routine. Now I write when I can. Sometimes daily. Ideally, it would be daily.
What is one thing that you know now as an established writer that you wish you had known as a new writer? What’s one thing you wish all new writers who are learning the craft would know?
Once you finish a draft, put it away for a while. Let it sit in the bottom of your desk drawer for a few weeks, maybe a month, and then come back to it. I think distance is critically important to revision.
What are some trends in literary fiction that you find exciting to read?
I don’t read a lot of literary news re: trends. I wish I had more time to do so. I do read book reviews, but those are nothing new or trendy.
How do you see your position as contributing fiction editor leaving an imprint on Vol. 23? What will you look for in fiction submissions for Vol. 23?
I’m very much looking forward to continuing the tradition that Sheila has established. I admire her as a writer and teacher, and I’m honored to be part of such a wonderful literary journal based out of a vibrant literary hub—the Twin Cities. In terms of what I’ll be looking for: In honor of the late Daniel Johnston, I’ll be searching for something as searing and vulnerable as the work he produced over his prolific, tortured life.
Your short story collection WE COULD’VE BEEN HAPPY HERE came out in 2017. What projects or pieces are you working on now?
I’m still writing stories. I love to read them, I love to write them.
Keith Lesmeister’s latest novel was WE COULD’VE BEEN HAPPY HERE from Midwest Gothic (2017). His fiction and nonfiction have appeared in Water~Stone Review, American Short Fiction, Gettysburg Review, Tin House Open Bar, River Teeth, Sycamore Review, and elsewhere. He received his MFA from the Bennington Writing Seminars, and he lives and works in rural Iowa. You can find more about https://keithlesmeister.com/.
Bodega, by Su Hwang, Reviewed by Robyn Earhart
Bodega, by Su Hwang, Reviewed by Robyn Earhart

Bodega
Su Hwang
Milkweed Editions
October, 2019
ISBN 978-1-57131-524-3
96 pages
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 Literature, winner of the Academy of America Poets James Wright Prize, and teacher with the Minnesota Prison Writing Workshop. It doesn’t hurt that she comes from literary royalty too. Additionally, Hwang is a Pushcart Prize-nominee for her poem “The Price of Rice” from Vol. 21 of Water~Stone Review and now she can add debut author with her collection Bodega, forthcoming in October from Milkweed Editions.
Hwang’s debut is an exploration of the personal and public, a compressed rendering of the large-scale and not wholly singular im/migrant experience. It explores themes of identity, assimilation, marginalization, ancestral detachment, and race. Amid the backdrop of the 1992 Rodney King riots in Los Angeles, and sequenced in a mini collection of three sections, it begins with a stanza from “The Widow” by W.S. Merwin:
This is the waking landscape
Dream after dream after dream walking away through
Invisible invisible invisible.
What follows are Hwang’s first series of poems with dichotomous effect: We’re introduced to this idea of luck and hope, or the perception of the ‘American Dream’ in poems like “Instant Scratch Off” and “Fresh Off the Boat | An Iconography”. With time, the facade that hard work and perseverance will pay off is cracked until the slightest agitation for projected assimilation spills out. When the young narrator and her brother witness racial profiling in “1.5 Proof”, Hwang considers how a language barrier can attribute to the policing of bodily agency:
Multiply (y) into the denominator of exponential
decay. Divide extraction to posit true values of coveting
zero = the summation of erasures.
In “Corner Store Still | Life”, Hwang considers how with each passing micro-aggressive encounter, one can begin to lose facets of identity and be gobbled up by the larger system, like animals coming to slaughter:
Can anyone
truly inhabit another – how meat
of the body must be seized then cleaved:
laid bare to be wolfed down whole
as it’s done in the wild.
Once the layers of initial assimilation and identity erasure are peeled back, Hwang introduces us to the next section of her collection with a stanza from “Flores Woman” by Tracy K. Smith. Hwang grapples with the concept of marginalization on a more macro-level assault, watching as the social ecosystem codifies immigrants to the brink of marginalization until a once fully-fleshed person with hopes and dreams becomes a dehumanized version of their past. In “Fault Lines” she implores:
Reconstruct the architecture of youth before
Muscles petrify to granite cartilage
Whittled clean before clavicles divulge
Signs of collapse.
In a series of poems titled “Han” Hwang questions commodification and the pressures from society to categorize or package identity. While assimilation is somewhat natural in a new setting, it can both whitewash an individual and negate the collective identity of a community, and Hwang pushes back on the notion that assimilation can simply mean “forgotten”:
Do not mistake hyphen for lack
of discipline or vestigial claim as surrender.
To cap off the three-part sections, Hwang includes a stanza from poem #12 within “The River Within the River” by Gregory Orr, a poet who found solace in poetry after experiencing loss and deep grief. One thematic thread woven throughout is the specificity of language and speaker comprehension. In her narrative poems, Hwang often reflects back on childhood experiences of racism her family endured, and her own embarrassment at hearing her parents’ stilted attempts at speaking the English language.
Hwang is so at ease creating ripe settings with vivid details—coins as cowrie shells, baseball announcers on the radio, the sweat of laboring in the sweltering New York heat—that each housing project, each city street, each bodega breathes its own energy until they’re indistinguishable from the other, a conglomeration of commodities, crushed hopes, a grim reality. This collection is startlingly frank and imagistic, tonally compressed, and an absolute must-read.
Author:
Robyn Earhart
Assistant Managing Editor
Robyn Earhart is a second year MFA candidate in creative nonfiction. She is currently the assistant managing editor at WSR and an associate editor with Runestone Review, Hamline’s national online undergrad journal. Robyn enjoys learning through close study and observations of human behavior, and elements in the natural world.
In the Field: Conversations With Our Contributors–Su Hwang
In the Field: Conversations With Our Contributors–Su Hwang
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 somewhat complex relationship (like so many mother-daughters)––while acknowledging my own complicity in the dynamic. She rarely talks about her difficult childhood (losing her father during the Korean War, displacement, homelessness, etc.), but one of the snippets I’ve never forgotten is how just handfuls of rice fed my great-grandmother, grandmother, two aunts, and an uncle for a substantial period of time during and after the war.
Our generation takes so much for granted; I take so much for granted. This poem brings to light the enormous chasm between my mother’s upbringing in war-torn Korea and my life here in America––where abundance is the norm, not the exception. As a child of immigrants, I’m always negotiating that emotional space between gratitude and guilt. The poem came to me when I put my iPhone in some rice after dropping it in water and I remembered my mother once using the word “catastrophe.” One of the major themes in the book is about the difficulties of communication. “The Price of Rice” is one of those rare “gift poems”––once the first line came to me, I basically wrote the entire poem in one sitting.
2. What excites you as a writer? What turns you off, makes you turn away or stop reading a piece of writing?
It’s still hard for me to believe I’m here answering these questions for such an amazing literary journal. Six years ago when I was in my late thirties, I packed up my jalopy and drove to the Midwest from SF/Oakland after years of waitressing and moving around aimlessly. Somehow I landed a spot at the University of Minnesota’s MFA Program from what I like to call a Hail Mary application process. So I guess the fact that I can call myself a writer in my early forties after decades of self-doubt/fear of failure/imposter syndrome/whatever you want to call it is exciting, plus I love that new communities can be built through my creative practice. I think point-of-view is really important and if a piece of writing lacks a strong voice, I tend to get bored fairly easily.
3. What was an early experience that led to you becoming a writer?
I can’t really pinpoint one experience––it’s been a circuitous and oftentimes random journey. I knew about my paternal family’s literary legacy in Korea, but it wasn’t something I thought about as a child (of immigrants)––art is normally seen as a distraction or luxury. I’m pretty sure my parents would’ve preferred I become a doctor or the wife of one at the very least. Friends of my parents and other random adults would say writing had to be in my blood because of my grandfather, Hwang Sun-won, and my uncle Hwang Tong-gyu, who is a renowned Korean poet and scholar. My father was a sports journalist before we immigrated to the U.S., so maybe writing is in my blood. I didn’t find poetry (or did poetry fine me?) until I was 36 years old.
4. What are some themes/topics that are important to your writing?
BODEGA explores issues of identity, race, im/migration, and marginalization within marginalized communities. Most of the themes are political in nature because my existence and body have been politicized. Social justice issues are paramount in my writing, and my involvement with the MN Prison Writing Workshop and Poetry Asylum brings abolition to the forefront. My next poetry collection will examine madness, mass incarceration, and other metaphors of containment. I’m also dabbling in witchery––from learning about astrology and crystals to reading tarot.
5. What does your creative process look like? How does the environment you are in shape your work or where do you like to write?
My creative process is a hot mess if I’m being perfectly frank. There’s really no rhyme or reason to the “process.” I count daydreaming as part of my writing process, so I guess it means I write all the time? I really wish I could be more disciplined, but alas, I’m not that kind of writer. Sometimes I write in bed but most of the time I’m at my dining table (which doubles as a desk) in pajama pants. Is there such a thing as osmotic writing? Hmm.
Born in Seoul, South Korea, Su Hwang was raised in New York then called the Bay Area home before transplanting to the Midwest. A recipient of the inaugural Jerome Hill Fellowship in Literature, the Academy of American Poets James Wright Prize, writer-in-residence fellowships at Dickinson House and Hedgebrook, among others––her debut poetry collection BODEGA is forthcoming with Milkweed Editions in October 2019. She teaches creative writing with the MN Prison Writing Workshop and is the co-founder of Poetry Asylum. Su currently lives in Minneapolis.
In The Field: Conversations With Our Contributors–Michael Pearce
In The Field: Conversations With Our Contributors–Michael Pearce
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 mother, I grew up in a largely Jewish—though secular—community.
In my early twenties, I got a job in a shop that manufactured furniture. Soon after I started there, an older German craftsman asked me what sort of name Pearce was. I told him it was English. Next thing I knew, I was hearing angry rants about Jews. I was afraid to confront him, and to my everlasting shame, I never told him about my Jewish background. But some good came of it; I have tried ever since to make sense of my heritage, to appreciate its richness, to be open and forthright about who I am. This comes up in poems (and occasionally a story or play), often with some confusion and ambivalence—I’m still not religious, I have problems with Israel’s policies, yadda yadda. I’ve been in several Jewish museums over the years, but the one in “Closing Time” exists only in my psyche.
Incidentally, I learned something about my German woodworking colleague that has informed my understanding of the complexity of human nature: He was married to an African-American woman and took pride in that fact.
2. To you practice any other art forms? If so, do these influence your writing and/or creative process?
I play music. I’m not a pro, but I’ve played lots of gigs at lots of venues over the past decade. Occasionally I’ve written stories and poems about the world of music. For example, I played briefly in a band called True Danger (yes, I should have known). After a gig in an insanely loud punk club in San Francisco, I became mostly deaf for two months. Any kind of conversation was difficult. Music was an ugly cacophony and I was certain I’d never hear or play it again. That debacle inspired a long story about a musician who goes deaf under similar circumstances. Eventually my hearing improved and I came back to music (though I steered clear of True Danger).
I think music informs my writing on a more subtle and pervasive level. Especially when I’m writing poetry, I find myself making decisions about where things are going from a rhythmic and melodic perspective—repetition with variation; enough repetition, time to introduce a new theme; speed up the action, slow it down; time to add visual detail, if only for a shift in texture; time to enjoy simple, old-fashioned assonance, alliteration, meter, rhyme—or time to avoid such hackneyed devices at all costs. I’m sure all poets are guided by a musical sensibility, some very consciously. But I suspect that the experience of playing melodies and, in particular, constructing solos puts more emphasis on sound-emotion connections and feeling your way forward through the musical landscape of a poem. Interestingly, jazz musicians often describe the process of crafting a solo as the telling of a story.
3. What projects or pieces are you working on right now?
A few years ago, while working on a poem that was going nowhere, I decided to just let my fingers wander on the keyboard—an ancient (and slightly depressing) creative writing exercise that I’d never tried before, nor have I since. At some point my aimless scribbling took a sharp turn and I found myself in a fictional town in a small mountain valley in California, a place that felt familiar but had different rules from the world I walk around in. I said ‘found myself’, but the me in the poem had a different voice and way of looking at things. I later named the town Santa Lucia, but haven’t given the narrator a name.
Something about the narrator and the not-quite-real landscape he moved through kept drawing me back. With each new poem I’d develop new characters and discover new and peculiar aspects of Santa Lucia. I felt like a child as I explored my imaginary town, and the persona of the narrator carries some of the naïve acceptance that I felt (and still feel) in that slightly magical world. I like that world, and I like my narrator; he navigates his life in a less guarded, more forthright manner than I do. He struggles. He tries to make the best of things.
I thought I was finished with the Santa Lucia poems a couple years ago. Then late last year another one came along, and then another. I’m in the middle of one right now.
Michael Pearce’s poetry and fiction have appeared in The Gettysburg Review, Spillway, EPOCH, The Yale Review, New Ohio Review, Conjunctions, and elsewhere. His fiction and poetry have been nominated for Pushcart Prizes, among other national prizes. He lives in Oakland, California, and plays saxophone in the Bay Area band Highwater Blues.