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WHLReview

145 Foster Street

Littleton MA 01460

 

The Wilderness House Literary Review is a publication devoted to excellence in literature and the arts.

 

The WHLReview is published online quarterly with a best of annual print edition. 

 

Deadlines are as follows

March 1 – Spring

June 1 – Summer

September 1 – Autumn

December 1 – Winter

 

The annual edition will be published in May.

 

Editor & Publisher

    Steve Glines 

 

Poetry Editor

   Irene Koronas

 

Fiction Editor

  Julia Carlson

 

Nonfiction Editor

   Steve Glines

 

Book Reviews Editor

   Doug Holder

 

Arts Editor

   Steve Glines

 

Poet in Residence

  Tomas O’Leary

 

The Wilderness House Literary Review

is the result of the cooperation of the

Bagel Bards,

 and the

Wilderness House Literary Retreat.

 

 Submissions

 

Poetry may be submitted in any form.

 

Short fiction may be submitted in three formats:

 

1.         very short stories less than 500 words in length

2.       short stories less than 1000 words in length

3.       Short stories that don’t fit the above should be less than 5000 words.

 

 Non-Fiction is just that so lets see some interesting footnotes.

 

Book Reviews should be positive unless the author is a well-known blowhard. Our mission is to encourage literature not discourage it.

 

Non-fiction should be short, (a lot) less than 5000 words.

 

Any form of art may be submitted with the constraint that it must be something that can be published in 2 dimensions. It’s hard to publish sculpture but illustrations together with some intelligent prose count.

 

 Published works are welcome with proper attribution.

 

Please submit all works electronically.

 

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 Welcome to the fourth edition of the Wilderness House Literary Review. WHLR is a result of the collaboration between a group of poets and writers who call themselves the Bagel Bards and the Wilderness House Literary Retreat, itself a cooperative effort between the Rotary Club of Littleton Massachusetts and the New England Forestry Foundation. All of the stories, articles, poems and examples of art have been presented as PDF files, Portable Document Format. This is a format that allows for a much cleaner presentation than would otherwise be available on the web. If you don’t have an Adobe Reader (used to read a PDF file) on your computer you can download one from the Adobe website. The files are large and we hope you will be patient when downloading but we think the beauty of the words deserver a beautiful presentation. 

 

Finally, the copyrights are owned by their respective authors whose opinions are theirs alone and do not reflect the opinions of our sponsors or partners. Let us know what you think in our new Letters to the Editor.
Enough housekeeping.

 

We’re back from our “Grand Tour.” We walked and ate our way through London, Paris and Provence and managed to loose weight. It’s now winter here in New England. Although December was the mildest on record we need to be reminded that our records only go back a hundred years or so. We are a very young civilization. There are trees with records going back millennia. How they must laugh at us, “Global warming, Bah! When I was a kid there were Vikings up and down an ice free coast in winter.”  Climatologists tell us of the “Climatic Optimum,” a period about 8000 years ago and several degrees warmer when the Arabian Peninsula and the Great Sahara Desert bloomed. 

 

Nature has made wild swings without the slightest human intervention. Is it hubris to think we can tip the inertia of something so huge as the planet earth with emissions from a few million over weight SUV’s? Perhaps we are contributing to global warming and we probably should cut down on our consumption of gasoline and cigarettes but any act of green contrition could be overwhelmed in an instant by the indigestion of a single sleeping volcano or misplaced chunk of cosmic detritus cast off as afterbirth from an ancient star. Belches and table scraps from the Gods on Olympus can and often do put us in our place. How we yearn not to be small.

 

It’s winter here in New England and we hunker down ready for snow measured in feet and dream of far off, warm places and, if we could vote on it, we might just vote “yes” on global warming.

 

Art

 

In our last issue we were about to set off on a “Grand Tour” of Europe. London is spectacular in its modern architecture and spectacular graffiti. France is spectacular for food, wine, more food and still more wine. This crusty old New Englander has to wonder if the copious amounts of excellent cheep wine are the real secrets behind French romance. See our slide show under London, Paris and Provence.

 

Stories of our abject gluttony in France and our new found love for the place stimulated a response from one of our poets, Kathy Horniak, who writes of being kissed in the Musee d'Orsay. Ou la la!

 

Essays

 

Jim Woods discovers an old book and muses about its origins in “EDDIE AND NELLIE, a book report.

 

In “a letter to Doug Holder from Jared Smith” we learn about life and writing poetry in Greenwich Village way back in the 1960’s.

 

 

Fiction

 

Miriam Gallagher enchants us a story of a widowers encounter with a young real estate agent in “His Darling.

 

Phillip John Usher translates a short story from the French by Denis Emorine. A poet travels to Rumania where her meets a young poet and part time prostitute named Marika. Relations become complex in this classic French short story, “Twenty-One Hundred Hours.

 

Susan Tepper gives us a small slice of teenage dating in “Cockroach.”

 

Lastly we begin what we hope will be a new old tradition: publishing serial novels. Dickens, Hardy and many others first published their greatest work as serialized fiction. Today with publishing dominated by a few big houses it’s harder and harder for an unpublished or unknown author to get published. Editors and agents take note! We start with an orphan, a project accepted by a major house only to be lost when the editor retires or moves on. For those of us hungry for good new fiction and tired of the bland pabulum offered up by the major houses finding good unpublished manuscripts is wonderful.

 

We start with “Hunter Moon,” a novel by Anne Brudevold. Northwest Maine near the Canadian border. It is October, the

month of the Hunter Moon. Ray Noonan, member of the Nunotuck Indian tribe is about to learn the meaning of a prophecy: “I see death,” the old woman had said.

 

Poetry

A D Winans

Barbara Bialick

Bonnie Pignatiello Leer

Chad Parenteau

Chris Crittenden

Diana Der-Hovanessian

Doug Holder

E Greinke

G Emil Reutter

George Held

Irene Koronas

Jamie Parsley

Kathy Horniak

Patrick Carrington

steven allenmay

Taylor Graham

Tomas O'Leary

Varsha Kukafka

 

Book Reviews

 

Grace

By John Hodgen

$14. University of Pittsburgh Press, Pa. 15260

Review by Doug Holder

 

THE HOLE IN SLEEP

By Corey Mesler

Edition 87 of 410 copies, $9 softbound

Wood Works Press

Review by Lo Galluccio

 

 

 

As we said when we started this is a joint production of Wilderness House Literary Retreat and the “bagel bards”.  The “Bagel Bards” have just published their first (and we hope of many) anthology. You may purchase it here:

 

 

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