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The White Review
No. 33

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The White Review No. 33 features interviews with writer Siri Hustvedt and feminist scholar Sara Ahmed. The issue includes new fiction by Gina Apostol,...

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The White Review Poet’s Prize 2023
For the first time this year, The White Review Poet’s Prize was open to poets based anywhere in the world. Last month we announced a shortlist of eight poets. ...

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Cutter Streeby
Cutter Streeby is a graduate of the University of East Anglia. He currently teaches in Bangkok where he lives with his family.

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Letter from a New City to an Old Friend

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September 2012

Cutter Streeby

poetry

September 2012

Letter from a New City to an Old Friend     [SEAside          Gra-                         –i.m. Ronny Burhop 1987-2010                                                                      ffiti]   [adjust             Even the white...
Interview

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September 2012

Cutter Streeby

poetry

September 2012

The first time I think I saw Robinson? I’d have to have been leaving Yucaipa. He was on an old bike, a rusted, duct-...

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Removing colour from my thoughts, I formed a winter ball. I threw it. The dead were uncounted. There was...

 

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