We didn’t have enough money for first and last month’s rent and security deposit, so we moved into the guest bedroom of my parents’ house, which doubled as a doily-infested showroom for my mom’s first edition American Girl doll collection. Under the glassy eyes of Samantha, Molly, Kirsten, and Felicity, Wendy and I lay next […]
The Tintype of Billy the Kid
Ezra Dodson had wrapped and bound the bodies of his wife and daughter during a snowstorm in February, the month the Apache call the Moon of Sleeping Bears, and had sunk them beneath the ice of the Rio Hondo. He watched the hole he had hacked close over as clear as any lens, and with […]
Spartakiada
I flip through a folio of 112 color photographs. Thousands of acrobatic women, pyramids of men in the mud, stars and fountain shapes created by dancing children, words discernible only to those with a bird’s eye from the stands. Spartakiada-a mass gymnastics event, initiated by the esperanto enthusiast Jiří František Chaloupecký-was held in a […]
2022 Art Object Experience Fence Auction — for those donating items to auction.
If you’ve donated art or other items to the auction and have received from us the amount of the final bid, you can donate that money back in order for it to be tax deductible. PayPal will immediately send you an email documenting the donation for your tax records. A not-for profit corporation, Fence is […]
Decoherence
I am alive but not alive. Sister in the kitchen, searching for what we lost. As soon as Mother is home, that will be the end. The lilies on the sill in soft decay. In hushed voices, the fence unlocked. Her words soft, slow, precise. Sister is quiet. I hold her in the light. She […]
Nanay is Dead
When they come for her mother’s body, Aileen is in the kitchen. She does not flinch as she hears the ambulance doors slam, the heavy footfalls on the front porch, the stretcher crashing and scraping against the doorframe. The TV is still on when two EMT’s enter the house. Aileen leads them down the hallway, […]
FROM ERROR TO ERROR: on DYSGRAPHIA
My relationship to language is an overdetermined, tangled mess: the end result of unequal parts-learning disability, educational deficiency, and self-stylized coping mechanisms. Although I write through it everyday, I’d never considered writing about it until late in the summer of 2007. The novelist Selah Saterstrom sent around an email asking friends to share a brief […]
A Sneak Preview of Fence Issue #40 Fall 2022
Vacation
The academic from Paris and the self-described “gypsy,” who had met at some kind of literary or maybe linguistics conference, ruined the car ride to the restaurant; they ruined the view of the beautiful hills; they ruined the cows and the word—one of my favorite words—suckle; they ruined the sunshine and the new Young Thug […]
Federica
On my first day in Italy, my host sister Federica and I walked together by the Po. We walked down the white stone quays. Orange enamel streetcars slid over the arched bridge and vanished into the cypress-heavy hillside. Boys in long boats dipped their oars. We walked up the stairway and into the Vittorio square. […]
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