“The very act of writing then, conjuring/coming to ‘see’, what has yet to be recorded in history is to bring into consciousness what only the body knows to be true. The body—that site which houses the intuitive, the unspoken, the viscera of our being—this is the revolutionary promise of ‘theory in the . . .
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The Massachusetts Review presents the newest e-book in our Working Titles series: Bird Girl by Avital Balwit. Available now! “It was August, and the days came damp and hot. The morning air shone so that you knew the afternoon would swelter. Sasha had AC, but kept her windows open anyways to let in the mild . . .
Read MoreA reading from our 2020 Anne Halley Poetry Prize winner Sam Taylor. Taylor reads his prize-winning poem “Postcards from Babel” as well as an assortment of other poems. SAM TAYLOR is the author of three books of poems, Body of the World, Nude Descending an Empire, and the forthcoming The Book of Fools: An Essay in . . .
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The glass under her forearms was smudged with cloudy fingerprints. An ant wandered aimlessly across the counter, island-hopping from one oily smear to another. She watched as it shuffled, the quick movements of its legs and constant swivels of its antennae creating the impression of a creature lost and blind. Is it thinking? she . . .
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I studied flamenco for a few years when I was an undergraduate. I had signed up, hoping for an easy credit. On the first day, the teacher showed a class of sixty what kind of shoes we needed; the ones with the nails hammered into a small dome on the two-inch heel . . .
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(Photo: Jessica Wong, Jenny Chiang, and Sheila Vo from the Massachusetts Asian American Commission outside the Massachusetts State House in March.Steven Senne / Associated Press) Introduction: Perspectives on COVID-19 and Anti-Asian Bias and Xenophobia Wednesday, September 23rd, 12:00-2:00pm Panel 1 Description: Since the 2020 outbreak of COVID-19, thousands of acts of anti-Asian . . .
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Nowhere an Uber or LyftI wondered about fate and taxis counted seconds to minutes to years sinceI last looked at this watch Dirt, long since thrown upon graves and casketstheir resonant thuds quelled—from “I was hurried, not agitated,” from Volume 61, Issue 4 (Winter 2020) Tell us about one of the first . . .
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On this day, March 11th (which I predict by this time next year will be recognized as an International Day of Remembrance and Mourning), I’ve decided to write something entirely inappropriate, because frankly, it’s just what the doctor ordered. Those of us still lucky enough to be in the world have realized . . .
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a: You are chopping onions for yet another pot of lentils, hips pressed up against the kitchen counter, when first you hear it. The sound of mewling. Barely audible. You put down your knife. b: One year earlier, on fellowship in Kansas, you are returning to your Airbnb from your walk. You . . .
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a friend and i talk rainforest infernos,how she’d had hopefor that failed carbon schemethat i’d always known to becore of ash, not white hope—from “prayer for baby breath,” Volume 62, Issue 4 (Winter 2021) Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.In the ‘90s (perhaps you, too, are transported by . . .
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