Submissions The deadline for priority consideration for our Spring 2017 issue is March 1. Furrow publishes poetry, fiction, nonfiction, art, and comics. To be eligible for publication, you must be enrolled as an undergraduate at any college or university at the time of your submission. We only accept work that has not been published elsewhere, in print or online. Please send all submissions as .doc, .docx, .pdf, or .jpeg attachments to email@example.com. In your email, please note the name of the college or university where you’re enrolled. Please leave your name off all pages/images, because we judge submissions anonymously. Poetry: Submit…
Elinor Lipman, author of On Turpentine Lane will appear in conversation with Boswell Books’ Daniel Goldwin. 2:00 pm Sunday, February 19 at the Schlitz Audubon Nature Center, 1111 E. Brown Deer Road. Tickets are $26, which includes a copy of On Turpentine Lane and will support the Schlitz Audubon Nature Center. More info at: Boswell Books & Co.
at Woodland Pattern 720 E. Locust St. Milwaukee, WI 53212 $8: General Public, $7 Students & Seniors, $6 WPBC Members Marjorie Agosín is a Chilean-American poet, novelist, critic, essayist, and literary scholar whose work focuses on Latin American literature, human rights, feminism, and memory. Her two most recent volumes of poetry are The White Islands | Las Islas Blancas (Swan Isle Press, 2016) and The Light of Desire | La Luz del Deseo (Swan Isle Press, 2010). Among her numerous other publications are A Cross and a Star: Memoirs of a Jewish Girl in Chile (1995), At…
This is the sign of winter. It falls from the sky, this over-sized unwritten crystalline white page. Branches with arthritis hold coconut ice-cream. Racine city has been whited out. The traffic signals are eaten out too, except for one. It shows its shy T. The S, O, and P are drowned. It is too late. I offer a minute of silence, but the neighbor’s mechanical animal doesn’t believe in solemnities. It makes a furious tron-tron sound as it sucks and spits sandy white matter. It tells me, “Shut up! I work on behalf of biped beings. They need to walk.”
You were always watching the signs-
it was a real warning sign.
We missed the meteor shower,
threw out the moonstone ring, it was cursed.
Falling fast as the stars,
even the Pleiades couldn’t save us.