Prose from San Antonio Review

"It’s time for us to accept and celebrate that it feels good to give and be kind..."

"It was clear to me for the first time that he was a person, one with feelings and emotions, one that I had possibly misunderstood up to that point."

"What is the more difficult work…roping or writing? "

"Dig deeper into the unconscious and open to the water that rises from the dark."

"Someone like her needed to be shared with the world."

"She ruled the roost for the first time in her entire life."

"The bright red lipstick on her triangle lips drew my eyes right to her mouth."

"I was still finding four-leaf clovers, but I had stopped picking them up."

"He was an odd-looking creature, even in the choppy high school sea of Cro-Magnon adolescents. "

"I beg for mercy, but it will not arrive."

"Each speed bump reminded me of my transgression."

"A deal. Man versus man, walker versus walker."

Tracking the crisis de agua in Montevideo, Uruguay.

"I'm a grown man but don't know how to change a flat tire."

"You were meant to shine."

A series of digital paintings designed to bring awareness to various mental illnesses.

"Short stories are drugs and it’s better to wait until you can handle them properly"

"But this is what’s wrong with our bad culture."

"The question was out of my hands."

"We entered an era of malaise. A toxicity of our own doing."

A seiries of digital paintings highlighting various medical illnesses

"Plans were hatched and fantasies formed"

I tried to scramble to my feet, but a swift bill took hold of my ankle once again.

“I am not a prophet but I know what I know."

"After years of noise, the stillness in the Cartwright house lay heavy."

"And one cannot claim to be native to a land unless they cultivate a reciprocal relationship."

"I said no prayers when I watched their remains burn and rise in smoke"

"When she tells me to come back, I simply say I cannot"

"As each thread is woven into another, we begin to see the whole tapestry of people and their relationships."

"Ten months, just ten months, she repeated to herself"

"When it was his turn, he suddenly didn’t know what to say"

"It was then that the feelings of doom first began to gnaw at his young heart"

“God. I know a lot of people probably don’t bargain for a beetle, but here I am."

"Passion would soon be replaced by the smell of something burning"

"It wasn’t too hard to imagine the motherless boys going a little wild in a place like that, haunted by a sad family past"

"I wanted to hide forever from the world"

"We walked through a lava field where no trees grew, nothing green"

"Soon after my mother gave birth, the nature of the curse became apparent"

John Wegner reviews the late Anthony Veasna So's latest short story collection.

"Fragments in two bundles from the journal of John Flowers, 1853 – unknown"

A story about a young man attempting a new life in the United States

Dispelling the Dementors of Grad School

There's more than one way to seem rich.

A discussion with the authors of White Faced Lies.

The most tragic irony of all: the religious right professes brotherly love but looks to a prophet of hate and instruments of death for its salvation.

Including photographs from the series "Dark, Dark."

"The photo is shocking: A massive sea turtle lies dead in the back of a pickup truck, its speckled front flippers so big they stretched far beyond the width of the vehicle."

On the water with Texas painter and boatwright Brianna Keeper.

“It’s as though he’s trying to soften the blow now that it’s landed.”

Elaina Foley ponders the queer possibilities of rot in disrupting articulations of preservation as care.

וּבָֽחַרְתָּ֙ בַּחַיִּ֔ים

The author of "The New Laws of Love" discusses the privatization of intimacy.

The Children of Auschwitz

“The medical record does not describe what happened next.”

“All art cheats. The honest cheat will tell you she’s cheating and you’ll love her for it anyway.”

“As if each person knew their happiness could not last. ”

An excerpt from City Lights From the Upside Down.

'Cause everyone loves (book review) lists.

A virtual exhibition.

“Who does half-smart like a renegade Trotskyite?”

Timeline of Irresponsibility: A Narrative — On Having No Idea What You're Doing — A Call for Texas Critical Theory

Knowing the enemy?

Baylor professor Mia Moody-Ramirez looks at Texas Republicans' attempts to limit discussions in schools.

“Hell was set deep in the woods, in Willington, Massachusetts”

Murder, Mayhem, Mantel and More…

". . . [a] sententious performance of intellect, slathered over a fundamental lack of insight or even curiosity . . ."

The long history of the end of slavery.

“It’s another losing year, another year of coming out on the very bottom.”

A review of Reverberations of Racial Violence: Critical Reflections on the History of the Border

Prose editor's introductory note to San Antonio Review (Volume V | Summer 2021)

Poetry editor's introductory note to SAR V (Summer 2021)

The Last Man Takes LSD, Ministry for the Future, Margaret Randall, Edward Said and On the Nature of Ecological Paradox recommended.

Microfiction ranging over the variety of human relationships.

David Hanlon reviews C. Cimmone's debut poetry chapbook, "Torn Up."

“Hell, most people would have you believe the county is chock-full from end to end with nothing but kind, Christian folk.”

San Antonio Review's second Alternative History Lesson.

A Meditation on a Translation Work-in-Progress

"Can I survive the very light I created"

Can the long tradition of war prognostication in novel form be called honorable?

“I begin as a twitch in my father’s groin.“

The many times Texas' leadership has failed us.

Peter Berard Revisits the Seventies

"I like games and fun and play and I like talking about how easy poetry is, how everyone is a poet, how the alphabet is a playground and we are the players."

(The book, not the movie)

Peter Berard reads right-wing shit so you don't have to.

“He’ll explain to her the historical necessity of his act, its ultimate logic.”

"Craftsmen lay out their hand-made dolls wearing ancient emperors’ robes and hats."

"side to side like strangers"

I warned about this.