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WHLReview145 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
Poetry Editor
Fiction Editor
Nonfiction Editor
Book Reviews Editor
Arts Editor
Poet in Residence
The Wilderness House Literary Review is the result of the cooperation of the 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. 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
Book Reviews
Grace
By John Hodgen $14. University of Pittsburgh Press,
Pa. 15260 THE
HOLE IN SLEEP
By Corey Mesler Edition 87 of 410 copies, $9 softbound Wood Works Press 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: |
A new and exciting travelog: |