Attica Were it not for his silver hair, the well-thought-out words/ “kill more of em” the question of who made em growing deeper in a mind tethered to machinery, a mind invested in white as human, more than em could ever be. Were it not for the heaviness of this coronavirus pandemic now, I would […]
When I imagine it, I first picture the twisted fence, her body warping wire, lava nails pushing her face so deep into metal a cheek pressed through a pentagon. And I assume she was wearing one of her two outfits. But before I get into how the third didn’t come till five years later in
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To read Charles Cantalupo’s full author note on “After My Honeymoon,” click here. After My Honeymoon After our wonderful wedding, for our honeymoon we stayed At my new in-laws and, when it ended, as was tradition, I had to live with my mother. In 1971, Late in December a man from Shieb, whom I didn’t
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Hit play below to hear Robert Lynn read his poem “On Account of Getting His Leg Broke by New York City” and scroll down for the full text. “On Account of Getting His Leg Broke by New York City” is featured in MQR’s Fall 2020 Issue. On Account of Getting His Leg Broke by New York City cops they
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Apocalyptic Love Song Longing lengthens. The heart muscles over. What in the world is not a force of its own reckoning. We worship the sheen on the surface of the same lake that let our girls drown. How easily we trade our own breath for the idea that love is stronger when slipped inside the
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Why I Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review Reader Bryan Byrdlong introduces Alana Folsom’s “Winged Victory of Samothrace” from our Summer 2020 issue. From the beginning of Alana Folsom’s, “Winged Victory of Samothrace” we might think that we are embarking on an exclusively ekphrastic journey. The title is of course a direct reference to the marble sculpture of Nike, the Greek
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Hit play below to hear Yusef Komunyakaa read his poem “Yes, It Could Be Worse” and scroll down for the full text. The poem is featured in MQR’s Summer 2020 issue. MQR · Yusef Komunyakaa – It Could Be Worse I was not strong as Jean Valjean though my muscles knew weight & scent of pine from
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Hit play below to hear Viplav Saini read his poem “When He Left The House Quietly” and scroll down for the full text. “When He Left The House Quietly” is featured in MQR’s Summer 2020 issue. When He Left The House Quietly maybe your father walked to the bus stand; maybe he rode buses all night, watching Delhi
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My scars are currently valued at $1,149.28 (81.44 hours of my labor). The Collected Poems of William Carlos Williams Vol 1: 1909-1939 costs $27.85 (1.98 hours).The head of Orpheus retains no monetary value.
In a deep, official voice, the announcer told the fans to exit the arena and promised, “You are all safe… We are all safe.” With that, the crowd emptied out; no more basketball.
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