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Before Surgery

  In another life you might hear the song of your neighbor clipping the hedges, a sound oddly pleasant, three coarse dull snips, three thin branches thumping softly as death onto the closed doors of the mown lawn. You might get your every dark wish: chocolate plums for breakfast, mud swelling up between your toes […]

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Heaven

Heaven is symmetric / with respect to rotation. // It’s beautiful / when one thing changes // while another thing / remains the same.

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Nite Nite

The snow stopped, briefly, on its way past the window. / The mother and father did not touch each other

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The Current Isolationism

… Like modern man,
I traffic in extinction. I have a gift.
Like an animal, I sustain.

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Lost and Found: Dani Shapiro on Elizabeth Hardwick

“If I want a plot,” Hardwick once commented, “I’ll watch Dallas.”

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Sardines!

  They age well, too. Jeff Koehler on the briny pleasures of sardines, from Tin House #39: Appetites. Few things travel as well as canned sardines. The familiar flat tins end up on shop shelves in every dusty nook and far-flung cranny across the globe, as I discovered as a young, itinerate backpacker in some […]

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Fire

As we continue to take applications for our upcoming fiction and nonfiction coastal workshops, we have been rolling out a series of posts featuring our stellar faculty. Today we get close to the heat with Nick Flynn’s poem from our Evil Issue. more the idea of the flame than the flame, as in: the flame of […]

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Jason Who Will Be Famous

As we continue to take applications for our upcoming fiction and nonfiction coastal workshops, we have been rolling out a series of posts featuring our stellar faculty. Today we revisit Dorothy Allison’s contribution to our Anniversary Issue.  Jason is going to be famous, and the best part is that he knows he will be good at […]

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Winehouse

  From Issue #58, a poem by Kevin Young.   Winehouse   I’m sick of Maybe, my baby daddy. Folks, I’m fed up with loss. With lists. First place with a bullet. My shoulders bear   Valerie, Valerie   a picture of my mother. Let us lose one another, our tattoos the only reminder. Far […]

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I Like Weird-Ass Hippies

When we reach the other world
We will all be hippies
I like your weird-ass spirit stick that you carry around
I like when you rub sage on my door

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Disneyland

The glory of the park’s food is what brings me to Disneyland today: I am in LA on vacation and have detoured to Disneyland to revisit the dining options that held my preadolescent self in thrall.

This is the day I will learn that memory is a form of self-deceit.

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Two Poems: Baby of the Mistaken Hue & It Creeps Back In

  From our Memory Issue, two poems by Patricia Smith. Baby of the Mistaken Hue   Baby of the mistaken hue, child of the wrong nose with its measure unleashed, baby of the nappy knot, I am your mother. Mad at your whole damned face, I swear to the task of torching the regrettable Delta […]

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Lost and Found: Alexander Chee On Julian May

From Issue 54, speculative fiction’s blast from the past. On Julian May’s Saga of the Pliocene Exile Tetralogy ddd In the origin story of my favorite science fiction novels, Julian May attended a party in 1976 at a science fiction convention in Los Angeles, dressed in a jewel-encrusted space suit she’d made herself. At the […]

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Bottoms Up

There was a noticeable buzz (and a few hoots) in the office yesterday as we learned that Namwali Serpell had been chosen as the winner of the 2015 Cain Prize. Namwali contributed one of the more memorable stories in recent memory for our Science Fair issue. “Bottoms Up” tells the story of, well………just give the first few lines […]

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Mirror, Mirror: A Guide to Pathos

From our 50th Issue, Crystal Williams navigates our culture’s notions of beauty and race.  Mirror, Mirror: A Guide to Pathos I. I have a friend whose voice changes when he talks about his wife. Each time he says her name, it moves from hard to wispy. Sometimes he whispers, “beautiful,” and it is not awe […]

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Lost and Found: Cheston Knapp On C. P. Snow and John Brockman

From our Science Fair issue, Cheston Knapp on C. P. Snow’s The Two Cultures and the Scientific Revolution and John Brockman’s The Third Culture: Beyond the Scientific Revolution. I was born into a house divided. In college, Mom studied history and English, and Dad did biology. Growing up, when we needed help with our homework, […]

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When I Was About Your Age

 From our Memory Issue, a poem by Caroline Knox. When I was about your age, ffff my great aunt, who was the librarian of Vassar College, gave me an old navy-blue book, The Oxford Book of English Verse. It was from 1942. Back then, it was amazing that a girl could have a major librarian […]

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Existential Scavenger Hunt

From Issue 44 aaaa Existential Scavenger Hunt aaaa Salt Lake City, I love yr Mormon versions of my favorite gay men, tailored to make me nostalgic for pussy & God!                   Both come in hundreds of flavors—cowboy, purple-haired, crying   at a Sex Pistols concert. I could have loved them all. The purple-haired one tasted […]

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Oyster Bar

As we get set to welcome Will Butler to Portland this Sunday, we thought we’d share his contribution to last year’s Summer issue.   Oyster Bar A businessman blowing an octopus for the pure taste of the sea. A glad man eats a writhing fish— fingernails scrape out a cheek. Through a cut in the […]

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2015 Winner of The Pulitzer Prize for Poetry: Gregory Pardlo

Everyone here at Tin House is excited to give a giant congratulations to Gregory Pardlo upon the announcement of his book “Digest” receiving the 2015 Pulitzer Prize. We were honored to publish his poem “Philadelphia, Negro” in our 2012 Winter issue.   Philadelphia, Negro   Alien-faced patriot in my Papa’s mirrored aviators that reflected a […]

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Lost and Found, Eduardo Galeano

We were sad to hear of Eduardo Galeano’s death on Monday. He both described and shaped the cultural landscape of our hemisphere and our planet, and we are lucky to have those maps he left us in the form of journalism, novels, and poetry. Here, from Issue 37, is one of those in both English […]

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The Wild What

From our Science Fair issue, an amateur astronomer daydreams about constellations and lets her imagination run rampant. Bright star, you’re a gas!   Several centuries ago the stars reconstellated into figures more relevant to the times. The Earth had been industrializing, mechanizing, electrifying, while the stars were still trotting out swans and goats and bears […]

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Dimension 5

From our Science Fair issue, Donna Hunt dons an identity crisis. Dimension 5 ddd In this dimension you are not in love with me anymore. I wish it were another. In infinite dimensions you are not in love with me. Those donnas handle it better. Other donnas accept the cycles of relationships. Some donnas dye […]

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The Rapture

From issue #44, Christopher DeWeese gets all puritan on us. The Rapture When they take all the lovers out of this park only you and I will be left as well as the flowers. We won’t be bewildered: we’ll ransack picnics, thousands of them until darkness touches everything at once, a perfume only poor women […]

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Lost & Found: Nick Obourn on Jack Black

From our Hope/Dread issue, a look at the autobiography of a career hobo who lied, cheated, and stole his way across America. For one year, I was the only employee of a small, quiet shop in Portland, Oregon, that specialized in rare and academic books. The job had many perks: a world of esoteric information […]

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