Jerry Dennis looks at the history of confining birds, Zhanna Slor comments on her family, Brenda Hood comments on hers, Stefanie Wortman discovers her namesake’s life in the Warsaw Ghetto and beyond, Mukund Belliappa explores the coolie experience in the former British Empire, Josh Lambert reviews books on the history of publishing.
Poetry by Rachel Morgenstern-Clarren, Kyle McCord, Alison Prine, Jack Ridl, Jennifer Sperry Steinorth, Elizabeth Schmuhl, Kara Van De Graaf, Cindy Veach, Sara Wallace.
Fiction by Dariel Suarez, Rachel Groves, Katherine L. Hester, Victoria Lancelotta.
* fiction by Courtney Sender, excerpted from MQR 53:2, Spring 2014 * Look, the truth of the way of the world is that David loves Moira enough to move to the middle of Nothing, England, for her, and Moira doesn’t love David enough to pick up the goddamned phone.
All David wants to do is warn her:
* Gina Balibrera *
She seemed to have read everything, and thus I imagined that she lived, as Joyce wrote, near to the wild heart of life, in Ireland attending Joyce conferences in her fabulous boots, dipping down to Southern Spain to write in the sun with a bottle of wine and cavort with beautiful intellectuals, writing dazzling papers on international flights, and having her hair deep conditioned and brushed in the meantime. Hers was the life that would be mine in the next decade. In my thirties, I thought to myself, I will have read everything and I will have a chestnut mane. During one of her lectures I made an idle note to read every volume of In Search of Lost Time over the summer.
Linda Frazee Baker discovers Dwarka, Chris Kempf goes on the worst first date of his OkCupid career, Rav Grewal-Kök experiences a moment of truth in Vang Vieng, Michael Kobre wonders what’s happened to all the superheroes, Asraf Rushdy muses about writing a trilogy on lynching.
Fiction by Nan Byrne, S. P. Donohue, Janis Hubschman, Courtney Sender, Brian Short, Ruvanee Vilhauer.
Poetry by Susan Hutton, Jacques Rancourt, Corrina Schroeder, G. C. Waldrep.
* fiction by Rachel May, excerpted from MQR 53:1 Winter 2014 *
And the old ones, the ones who were afraid, looked at each other and sat down, and cried. They threw up their hands. They said, You’re going to do it, anyway, aren’t you? And the new ones said, Yes. And the old ones said, All our work? And the new ones said, We’re sorry. And they all knelt down, and began to pull back the grass.