It is ludicrous that keynote speakers for a party campaigning on freedom and democracy would be silent about the genocide in Gaza, where Palestinians are being subjected to daily bombardment and unimaginable suffering. It’s infuriating that the DNC would ignore the children of Gaza, who are being starved at the fastest rate . . .
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 MoreJim Foley with staff and graduating students at the Care Center in Holyoke. From left to right: Irma Medina (Care Center staff), Glenda Suarez (Care Center graduate and teen mom), Jim Foley, Aimee Loiselle (English GED Teacher), and Maria Salgado (Care Center Transition Counselor). Photo courtesy of the Care Center. Today is . . .
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 MoreA Review of Fadi Azzam, Huddud’s House. Translated by Ghada Alatrash. Northampton: Interlink Publishing, 2024. What does it mean to truly belong? Is it the soil beneath our feet? Or is it the echoes of our memories, the whispers of our ancestors, and the silent pull of our heritage? In a world fractured . . .
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 MoreI have crossed an oceanI have lost my tongueFrom the root of the old oneA new one has sprung Epilogue, Grace Nichols (Please donate to the Grenada Disaster Fund) Caribbean hybrid identities are characterized by survival and creativity out of monumental loss, including various languages from Arawakan, to Patois to Kreyòl. But very rarely are Caribbean people . . .
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 . . .
Read MoreMany are the privileges and rewards that come from being an editor. All the more true when you’ve been called into service for a magazine with a storied and lengthy history like the Massachusetts Review. Despite fifteen years in the trenches, I only recently became aware of a conference that had taken place . . .
Read MoreCourtesy of Lena Baloch “hello” i say to my reflection.at the level of spittelau i see it. my reflection.recognize it, but not myself in it. these are days on which i believe i’ve forgotten how to walk. on the way back from heiligenstadt i put one foot in front of theother, but . . .
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