Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.The first piece I remember writing was a short story I wrote for school when I was about seven or eight. It was about a little girl (definitely me) who went on tropical vacation with her family (definitely my family) and, while on . . .
Read MoreThe last spring shall come, the last summer, too,so no to politicians peddling impotence, no to preachers stitching our lips into eclipse, we wantthe misfits, the women unafraid of descent,—from “Self-Portrait Lined By Sándor Csoóri,” Volume 65, Issue 2 (Summer 2024) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.Jackie & . . .
Read More© Joanna Eldredge Morrissey In three interconnected plays, The Till Trilogy is an imagined, speculative exploration of the epic of Emmett Till and the birth the modern Civil Rights Movement, the events as seen from the perspective of the youth, himself, in his final days of life, as a specter during the . . .
Read MoreIn the village we let the nail go deep into the foot until picking up tetanus likea surprise. We watch each other live, we turn to see every car that passes: it’swinter’s fierce dance as it wraps us in its cure for lethargy. I don’t know what it will take to be . . .
Read MoreNo form of art can express a life quite like the novel. No art form charts the lives of individuals—encounters, challenges, and relationships—as successfully as the book-length work of fiction. Perhaps this is because of the amount of detail provided for characters and their situations, which allows us to truly experience as they do, but . . .
Read MoreProfile of a solitary man, in shirt sleeves, whose pose ofsharpening a blade suggests he is a knife grinder. Oftencalled The Spy, since he seems to be listening to some-thing attentively, it is thought to depict the man whodiscovered the Catiline conspiracy; at other times of dayhe appears to be Cincinnatus, at . . .
Read MoreDancers from Emma Cianchi’s ArtGarageDanceCo. Front: Tonia Laterza, Gaia Mentaglia; Back: Maria Anzivino, Pearl May Hubert. Photo courtesy of Jacob’s Pillow. Editor’s note: As will be clear, the following conversation with the Massachusetts Review’s Executive Editor, Jim Hicks, and the co-editor of our “Mediterraneans” issue, Anna Botta, was conducted just hours before the première . . .
Read MoreAs the sharpened sword beheads the two-headed serpent,I shun the crude laughter and gossip of the mortal world.Thousands of autumns of virtue and vice are buried in the yellow of the earth,Under the sunny . . .
Read MoreWe always wanted to have a bar.We always wanted to have a music bar.We always wanted to have a music bar and call it “The 67”and fill it with album coversfrom that oh-so-glorious yearfor western pop music,call it “The 67” and put it on an enormous signnext to Warhol’s banana.—from Pablo Texón’s . . .
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