October 2026 | The Common

Everything Has to Work: Michael Costaris interviews Sigrid Nunez

November 9, 2026 Interviews

Sigrid Nunez (left) and Michael Costaris (right). Photos courtesy of the authors.

In this interview, SIGRID NUNEZ and MICHAEL COSTARIS unearth the decades of writing behind Nunez’s first story collection, It Will Come Back to You. They spoke for over two hours on Zoom, Nunez in her New York apartment and Costaris from his Toronto home. Nunez is an acclaimed novelist turning to short fiction for the first time in her illustrious career, while Costaris is a short story writer who recently completed his first novel. Together, they discuss the demands of each form, the challenges facing short fiction in a changing marketplace, and The New Yorker’s enduring pull. Through craft, Nunez interrogates the instinctive nature of writing and the function of humor in both life and literature.

For the Love of Loons

October 26, 2026 Essays, Issue 32, Issue 32 Art, Issue 32 Essays, Studio

By JAMES K. BOYCE
With photos by TIANNE STROMBECK

Sitting on a boulder one morning on a little island in northwestern Ontario, I watched a loon fishing about fifty yards offshore. The air and water were dead calm, the lake surface mirroring the clouds above and the trees along the shoreline.

Hyena Boys

October 26, 2026 Fiction, Issue 32, Issue 32 Fiction

By SAMUEL KỌ́LÁWỌLÉ

The hyena boys came to Bonaventure, which was serendipitous, because he was used to avoiding the world before the world spurned him. For one, his white albino skin flecked with dark spots made him a regular target of mockery. When Bonaventure was younger and his father was around and could barely afford to send him to school, his peers often taunted him to come outside in the midday heat. They dared him to come to the playground without squinting, one palm raised to block stray sunlight. They likened him to a pillar of butter melting in the sun. They asked if he was a vampire banished to the shadows.

If It Wasn’t for Heroin

October 26, 2026 Issue 32, Issue 32 Poetry, Poetry

By AMIYA MORETTA

I wouldn’t be here. Or not like this?
Grandma’s blonde ringlets had gone bald,
her teeth missing slots, her eyes—
gray-blue rime.
My Umatilla grandfather
who had one leg, lived down the road,
hobbled to her heroin loyally.

Laila

October 26, 2026 Fiction, Issue 32, Issue 32 Fiction

By ALLYSON NOMAN

Things have taken a strange turn since my husband uprooted our family. First I quit my job. Then I stopped eating. And now I’ve begun to receive messages from the dead.

Four months ago, we moved from rural, pastoral Northern California, a place I loved, to southwest Virginia. Over the summer, smoke from the West Coast wildfires has followed us, traveling east across the country, shrouding the Blue Ridge Mountains in a haze made heavier by humidity. I like to look out the window, air purifiers humming behind me, and watch the microscopic remnants of home suspended in air, thinking they’ve been sent here just for me.

At night my soul leaves

October 26, 2026 Issue 32, Issue 32 Poetry, Poetry

By KAREN CHASE

my body and
in the morning, it
returns. To exist fully, it

needs more than my body, so
up it goes into the stars, for
sustenance. I open
my eyes and pray—

Trojan Horse

October 26, 2026 Issue 32, Issue 32 Poetry, Poetry

By M. B. MCLATCHEY

It was a gold-seal ruse. A double-
dealing so sublime the gods ordained
it. Settled into their stadium seats,
they wagered on their favorites. Helen,
the imposter bride, circling and circling
the gifted horse. Her Central Casting
lines to the shadows inside. The numbing
non-reply. War-weary, she fastened her
hair in gold and dressed for a city
ablaze. Nothing to do but wait.

Father, Land

October 26, 2026 Essays, Issue 32, Issue 32 Essays

By DANIELLE V. SCHOON

For Ana María Alonso

It was late October, and my half-sister, Nikki, and I walked arm in arm with our stepmother through the streets of Caracas. The sweet metallic smell of gasoline, ever-present in the city, mixed with the acrid sourness of tropical flowers decaying at the end of the rainy season to create a pungent indolic scent. The sun had set behind Mount Ávila while we were at the party, so we walked under the glow of streetlights toward our car parked a few blocks away. Even though Nikki and I hadn’t anticipated needing nice clothes for this visit, we’d each thrown a dress into our suitcase at the last minute. The special occasion turned out to be our step-cousin’s son’s second birthday. The click of our high heels echoed through empty streets. Armed robberies, carjackings, gang activity, and police shoot-outs had contributed to a climate of fear and insecurity amongst residents, who no longer went out after dark unless necessary. But our stepmother, Inger, never bothered with such warnings—she entrusted her life (and ours) to fate.

No One Is Going Anywhere

October 26, 2026 Issue 32, Issue 32 Poetry, Poetry

By JUDITH BAUMEL

Who can know my despair
at the ones who talk too much.
The ones who don’t speak at all.
The ones who qualify and over-qualify.
The ones who can’t say this without first saying that.
Make them like stubble driven by the wind.

The Department of Home Economics

October 26, 2026 Fiction, Issue 32, Issue 32 Fiction

By HANNAH GERSEN

On a rainy morning in late August last year, I stood beneath a wedding-sized tent to observe the Sixth Opening Convocation of the West Virginia School of Home Economics. It was a humid day, and the smell of wet, freshly cut grass mingled with the perfumes of the young women who surrounded me. I was a guest of Sophia Chafin, keynote alumna speaker. She sat on a small wooden stage with her six-year-old daughter, Riley; her two-year-old son, Taylor Jr.; and her husband, Representative Taylor Chafin. Sophia, clad in a floral dress, held Taylor’s hand as the school’s co-founder, Andrea Armstrong, introduced her, describing her as “one of WVSHE’s greatest success stories.”

All posts tagged: October 2026

Everything Has to Work: Michael Costaris interviews Sigrid Nunez

For the Love of Loons

Hyena Boys

If It Wasn’t for Heroin

Laila

At night my soul leaves

Trojan Horse

Father, Land

No One Is Going Anywhere

The Department of Home Economics

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