Christine Reilly
Christine Reilly lives in New York, New York, but used to live in London and Northern Ireland. She teaches at the Professional Children’s School and used to work at Tin House. Visit her website.
More from The Journal
- Postcard Prose
It’s Salty
By Kelly Hill
Trying to wrap my mind around living on a tropical island for thirteen years and never once seeing the ocean, I stumbled through my Indonesian vocabulary to say, It’s good. It’s big.
- Travel Notes
Screensaver
By Sandra Larson
A dinosaur dangles over my grandson at the Field Museum near a pink thumb that pops into the prom picture of my granddaughter dressed in strapless red leaving her house in Medina …
- Travel Notes
The Value of Small Money
By Megan Hallinan
The bill in question is actually a 2,000 West African franc note, and it’s the equivalent of about four U.S. dollars. A helpful sum, really, but as I clutch the weathered crinkle in my sweaty palm, its value feels as dirty as the grime that is undoubtedly being transferred to my fingers.
- Poetry
Two Poems by F. J. Williams
to Egg and Berry brewery, to the pack / of Czechy words I made but didn’t work / in this pink town. I’d readily go back / to your best spots, the unfired gun, that perk //
- Poetry
Imaginary Oceans
By Jason Warren
And if the neap tides of my beauty / sadden him, I cannot help it: / I hang high, the waxy night light …
- Poetry
Thessaloniki, Four AM
By Anastasia Vassos
Three thousand ancestors ask how I straddle / the sea, a foot on either shore. //
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