>>  An Unnatural Divide: A Review of The Line Becomes a River by Francisco Cantú // Book Review by Robert Hunsberger


His recollections are honest and raw. Cantú passes no judgement, makes no excuses, and manages to avoid political rhetoric. Instead, his treatment of the complex issues in The Line Becomes a River is notably and refreshingly human.


Duende is the national literary journal of Goddard College's BFA program. Along with an issue published
each fall, we regularly update our website with
new stories, poems, & art.


Monachoachi // translated from the Creole by Patricia Hartland

Ruxandra Novac // translated from the Romanian by Sarah Thompson


(stay awhile, browse, reflect, enjoy)


THE COSMIC MILLIMETER // poetry by Alessandra Narváez-Varela

"eyes so green, a face so round, they had / to be tasted / by a man who hugged so hard her hymen / broke, who said without / music: 'pull your pants down, Chilean princesita"

THE OPPOSITE OF RED // nonfiction by Holly Knouff

"The thought stuck to the back of my mind like a tick. I couldn’t shake it off, I couldn’t pull it out..."

HOW TO SPEAK // poetry by Alana de Hinojosa

"i imagine a crane glowing in the night / wading through the river that separates me / from the country of my mother / & taking flight"

THE INCIDENCE IN WOMEN IS HIGHER AFTER 30 // collaboration by Trinity Tibe and Cameron Cox

"Please let me be the mirror in the bowl of a spoon / where physics moonlights as magic / and bent light convinces the optic marble / it's abandoned gravity"

and more HERE!

 "Alley" by Katie Anhalt

"Alley" by Katie Anhalt

 "from Rapt Emission into the Void" by Holly Wilson

"from Rapt Emission into the Void" by Holly Wilson

 "The Sophisticated Memory of Lucifer Cat" by Ege Al'Bege

"The Sophisticated Memory of Lucifer Cat" by Ege Al'Bege


L A T E L Y :


>> EXODUS WITH COW // fiction by Elena Georgiou

"Just before my death I saw my own country’s flag and my own country’s army, coming towards my village to bulldoze our homes. When the soldiers were close enough that I could see their guns, I knew that I had to abandon the place in which I had lived since birth..."

>> POEMS // by Summer Edward

"At night, my pillow / composes my skull; earth’s / revolution breaks out / a flag of stars"

>> A MEMOIR ABOUT RETURNING // nonfiction by Mireidys Garcia

"We all have moments that bring us back. Moments that tug at our strings and pull us home. Even if we’re not ready, not done soaring. Even when we don’t want to come back."


and more HERE!



"we win from time to time / abandoned above adaptable positions of the losing / we risk everything in thinking we can navigate maverick of the green" - Pluto.4


"I reached down and grabbed the little foot. Or hand. Or whatever was reaching out. I laughed. I don't know if it was the cash or other people's drama, but it felt good to just sit and listen to the rain."


"Truly, truly, thangachi, do not / worry. A bottle is much harder / to hit than a man." - Cadre

and more HERE!


...The duende is a force not a labor, a struggle not a thought. I heard an old maestro of the guitar say: ‘The duende is not in the throat: the duende surges up, inside, from the soles of the feet.’ Meaning, it’s not a question of skill, but of a style that’s truly alive: meaning, it’s in the veins: meaning, it’s of the most ancient culture of immediate creation.
— Federico García Lorca
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Thanks to the Gunst Foundation for its major support of Duende.

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