DRUNKEN BOAT

An online journal of art and literature

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Dispatches from Glazy Places, Part 4 by DB Guest Blogger Oki Sogumi

My mother is a body horror. She sits in a chair, not facing me. She snatches objects from my hands.

Her parts don’t coalesce. Meaning spreads around. Where her mouth was, more questions.

She is my container. She carried me up a mountain. I am her container. At the top of the mountain, she drank from a spring. She drank this water to store it in me, the fetus balloon, like an empty gourd.

We keep spilling on each other.

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Vintage DB 52: Gray Jacobik's "The Eleanor Roosevelt Letters," DB 12

Hello DB Readers! In celebration of this week’s Throwback Thursday, today’s post is triple the amount of literary fun, featuring not one, but three poems out of DB 12, Summer 2010, by writer Gray Jacobik.

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We are excited to announce that one of our talented contributors was recently awarded the 2015 Pulitzer Prize for poetry!

Gregory Pardlo was recently a contributing author to the non-fiction section of DB 20, sharing his essay “Hurrah for Schoelcher!” with us all. His remarkable descriptions of human interactions, inner thoughts and feelings make readers feel as though they are the character in his story or at least incredibly relatable.

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Last month, on April 15, 2015, the distinguished professor and writer Barry Leeds passed away at the age of 74. Known for his biographies on Norman Mailer and Ken Kesey, Leeds provided significant insight into some of America’s most prolific minds of the mid 1900s.

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Vintage DB 51: Meg Day's "Hymn to a Landlocked God," DB 20

With the recently published DB 21, we welcome issue number 20 to the enormous and lovely pool of vintage works from which each week's vintage selection is drawn.

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Stone Stair New York, Part 3 by DB Guest Blogger Ian Dreiblatt

A kind of we-ing but not the we-ing we wanted; a pause in legibility.  Uproar is an amazing word.  To feel the city open its mouth that wide and lose track of the difference between ants and lions.  9/11 may have been the end of America, or maybe it was Katrina, or Bush’s usurpation.  The truth we often know is that America never started.  We have only our cities.

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Vintage DB 50: Eddy Seesing's "Top Managers," DB 6

Another beautifully thought-provoking post takes the spotlight for today’s Vintage DB. Coming to you from DB 6, Spring 2004, Eddy Seesing’s carefully staged portraits compare and contrast six different Chairman of the Board of Directors of the top 100 largest Dutch companies in his collection “Top Managers.”

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Vintage DB 49: Beth Malone's "Tide Pool," DB 17

This Thursday, our vintage selection hails from the nonfiction category of one of our more recent issues, DB 17, Summer 2013. Travel with writer Beth Malone as she unravels a story of her own experiences with motherhood, friendship, culture and the complex relationships between them in “Tide Pool.”

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DB 21

Grandma’s Basement, an inventory by Hannah Kittle: http://issues.drunkenboat.com/db21/nonfiction/hannah-kittle

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Becoming Donkey Lady, by Sharon Olinka, with images by Wayne Atherton.

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“I need rain, wine, and a red candle before I will open my skull.” —F. Daniel Rzciznek

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“The dead ones are the pretty ones.”—Elizabeth T. Gray, Jr.

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All My Creys by Cynthia Arrieu-King: “No secret sad thing to eviscerate”