Our ambulance pulls up to the white bungalow in Three Oaks, Michigan. The 911 caller, Tim Harris, is waiting for us outside his house. He circles his porch like a hound. I can see him from the back window, his hands stuffed into his blue slicker. Red Lights flash on and off . . .
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A Review of The Long Field: Wales and the Presence of Absence by Pam Petro (Little Toller [UK], 2023) In her memoir The Long Field, Pamela Petro reflects on her early adult years, which were spent in Wales redefining old notions of home and rediscovering herself, through a quiet exploration of her own sexuality and a distant, . . .
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Listen hard! Do you cheeka windchuckle against a coldyear? I promise you,in a place with everyonethere is patience, and a warmthready to give you full home. —from “My Heartful Songlikes,” Vol. 64, Issue 2 (Summer 2023) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.I don’t really remember much of how the . . .
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Mimi herself wasn’t on great terms with the ancestors. Her altar was stuffed in the corner next to the laundry hamper, a sweat-stained sports bra thrown hastily over the incense sticks. She hadn’t made a chicken thigh or alcohol offering since Po Po’s diagnosis three years ago. And she certainly would never . . .
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Oliver de la Paz’s latest poetry collection, The Diaspora Sonnets, is out now from Liveright Press; three of these sonnets were published in our Spring 2023 issue. Crown for the Girl Inside, Lisa Low’s debut chapbook, is out now from YesYes Books; Low’s poem “Ars Poetica” was featured in our Spring 2022 issue. Trio . . .
Read MoreBut I like itBecause it is bitter—Stephen Crane It’s audaciously hoppy for me!Bring on bitterest beer ecstasies!They’re not one big “hop bomb.”Brewers craft, with aplomb,The hop spectrum. Such badassery! Some fear hops and endeavor to slayEvery tongue-biting flavor awayWith juicification—An abomination!Give me robustly bold IPAs! If your tongue is too weak, step aside!I advise . . .
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It helps to think of your mindas a landscape. Picture the groovesand valleys carved like a penknifeto bark from years of compulsions;it’s so easy following where the floodknows it must go.—from “From the Porch, A Moth,” Vol. 64, Issue 2 (Summer 2023) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.One . . .
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I hate AJ, Sam says, he stealsmy blocks and punches me. AJdidn’t go to preschool. Here in the kitchenmy son narrates his day: phonics, Play-Doh,the device he calls sand timer whisking awaychoice time.—from “Bioluminescence,” Volume 64, Issue 2 (Summer 2023) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.Fourth grade, a poem called “Breeze.” Everyone around . . .
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July 17, 2023 To the Administrators of the Smithsonian Asian Pacific American Center: We, the editors of the Massachusetts Review, are writing to express our deep disappointment and concern regarding the recent and very unexpected cancellation of this year’s Asian American Literary Festival, just weeks before its opening and after over a year . . .
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Less his offense and more the punishment, how Actaeon was pursuedby his own hounds, devoured by that which he thought he had tamed—is that what I mean when I say I, too, watched hungerconsume me?—from “Actaeon,” Vol. 64, Issue 2 (Summer 2023) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.This . . .
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