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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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Jory Mickelson
Jory Mickelson is the author of Wilderness//Kingdom (Floating Bridge Press, 2019). His poems have appeared in Harvard Divinity Bulletin, Jubilat, The Rumpus, Vinyl Poetry, the Mid-American Review, Ninth Letter, and other. He was awarded an Academy of American Poets Prize and has received fellowships from the Lambda Literary Foundation and The Helene Wurlitzer Foundation of New Mexico.

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after Edward Hirsch   Some mornings when  he wakes, after sleep       sleep has wounded him   into wildness, he smiles      saying, “Let’s not talk...

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