What Water Remembers
Once, a long time ago, when the earth was old but Serbs were still young, men and women and everyone in between thought that water was God and they prayed to it fervently.
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Issues
Algal Bloom
I remember the first thing Vienna said to me, after she ran up the driveway to our cabin, was “The water is full of poison.” When I said “What?” she stepped back, and scraped her eyes over me, instead of answering, a clear appraisal. “You got a little taller,” she said. She was much taller,
The Loneliness of Animals
The Loneliness of Animals I don’t think I know what it feels like I know I don’t to drag one’s self so slowly “like a zombie” down a cracked hard, rock-cut creek bed in Illinois to be lifted still churning one’s legs to be the subject of such testing: to be found
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The Sea Fools You
The sea fools you. The Turkish coast is across from where we stand on Chios island. It doesn’t look like it is that far away. Only a few kilometers separate us. When the weather is calm, is it worth 1,500 Euros per person to put wife and children on inflatable cheap dinghies to make it
New World Alphabet
Xeriscaping. Gardening with minimal water. Xeriscaping is unpopular with many Americans who see grass as a symbol of prosperity, community, beauty, and safety.
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MQR Issue 59:2, Spring 2020
Featuring Fiction from Spencer Wolff and Aya Osuga A., Essays from Donovan Hohn and Henry Pollack, and Poetry from Jasmine Bailey, Reginald Gibbons, Romeo Oriogun, and Fady Joudah.
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Meet Our Contributors: Issue 59:2 Spring 2020
AYA OSUGA A. was born in Japan and raised in Los Angeles. She received a degree in computer science from Yale University, where she also had the privilege of studying under influential novelists. Her first publication appeared in McSweeney’s. She left a career in banking to focus on writing and currently runs a school and
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Ghazal: This Winter
The light is gone and not returning soon this winter.
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Homage to John Clare
In scarcely fifty years the foxes turned by increments to dogs.
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