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Tartara, The Prince of Dance: Poetry by Joy Gaines-Friedler

Tartara, The Prince of Dance Harsh. Fierce. What was it about perfection? Why the constant movement Nureyev? Why the wings? Why the sad longing? Yes, the boys...

Christopher Hewitt Awards 2018: Call for Entries

Submissions are now closed. Thank you for your interest! A&U Magazine is currently accepting entries for the sixth annual Christopher Hewitt Award. Named in honor of...

Erosion: Poetry by Phillip Brian Williams

Erosion As you die, a withering monument, I gather you pore by pore into my arms. Collect you and rock the crown of your offering—night sweats, your thinning frame, you...

May All Your Dreams Be in Color: Poetry by Naomi Glassman

May All Your Dreams Be in Color In the hospital I find you in more places, fitting your shadow into the empty sockets of wallspace that my...

Morning & Test Trials: Two Poems by Joy Gaines-Friedler

Morning 8/8/90: “Not to worry!!! I want to get better. I don’t want to suffer anguish, anxiety and mental pain anymore. I can’t live like...

Bruce Ward: March 2008

Time Differences Playwright Bruce Ward talks with A&U’s Chael Needle about his new play, Lazarus Syndrome, finding support & the need to stay on top...

The Essential Randy Boyd: Review

The Essential Randy Boyd, Vol. 1 by Randy Boyd Amazon Digital Services Reviewed by John Francis Leonard In The Essential Randy Boyd its author gathers a powerful collection...

Edmund White: February 2008

Red Badges Amid a Community Fragmented by AIDS, Edmund White Tells His Own Truths About Gay Men, AIDS & Culture by Lester Strong Photos by Joe Oppedisano Novelist...

Hummingbird Pays a Visit to Jamie’s Grave: Nonfiction by Ephraim de...

Hummingbird Pays a Visit to Jamie’s Grave by Ephraim de Francisco Solanas I was certain that storing Jamie’s ashes on a bookshelf in the bedroom was...

Disclosure: Poetry by Brent Calderwood

Disclosure I really did cry over spilt milk. Sobbing at breakfast, napkin in hand, the broken glass, the blue skim slick spread thin as my mother’s money. When I slipped...

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