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December, 2021

The Color of Being Alive

Our world is cold and gray. Grandmother tells me it wasn’t always like this. I find that hard to believe. This is all my brother..

December, 2021

The Yellow Canoe

Last Thursday, I came as close as I ever have to buying a canoe. It had been a long and less than productive day, and..

December, 2021

The Art of Pickling Green Beans

The aging Ford shudders its way down US 95 just south of Rome, Oregon with a rust-colored optimism I do not share. Woven seat covers,..

December, 2021

End of a Rainbow

I drove under a rainbow on my way home from clerking at the library one summer evening. The clouds I would drive into were brightly..

December, 2021

Mango for Breakfast

I pull the mango from the brown paper bag and press it twice with my thumb. Above me, Ethan’s alarm clock buzzes and the kitchen..

November, 2021

TBR Recommends – November 2021

Every month, The Bangalore Review recommends a reading list, also mentioning in brief why each book must be read. This month’s list has been compiled by author, Shinie Antony.

November, 2021

It’s Always Cold in the Afternoon Sun

Colleen Maillet's personal essay from the pandemic aims to alleviate the shame associated with substance abuse.

Translations

November, 2021

4 Poems by Polish Writer Tadeusz Slawek in Translation

In this set of poems translated by The Femina Hodierna Collective, Sławek invites the reader on a journey to the origins, to the pond, to the roots (of a tree) and engages us in an intimate conversation with ourselves, to which nature is the only witness.

November, 2021

Soki’s Reflections

When Soki stood in the eastern corner of her terrace, she was hard to spot. Her petite frame fit into the cranny overlooking the main..

Poetry

November, 2021

Red Glass

White lost its virginitywhen I saw throughcherry eyes.The hoar turned to flame,my portrait, a whore.Who are you whogathers the hollyhockin your secret harem,seducing them,petal from..

Poetry

November, 2021

missed apology / missed chocolate

ted hughes arrived at my front door with an apology and a box of chocolates /dark chocolate melting over marzipan / he remembered my favorites..

Poetry

November, 2021

The Irascible Neruda

He loved the body of his woman.Harmonicas and mandolins playedIn the sense of wonder in his mind. At the end sudden winds blewThrough the plans..

Poetry

November, 2021

In the Library Reading “20th Century Pleasures” by Robert Haas

It is somewhat amazing to me. There can be so much to overlookand so much more to look over. I read Robert Haas speaking of..

Poetry

November, 2021

Consider Jerry Garcia

Who never embraced worldwide fameand sabotaged his health to cope andwas possibly wary of so-called fans who could turn on him when they did notget..

November, 2021

Grocery Delivery

“God, I want your hair,” Mary shouts as I deliver five bags of groceries to her. Her wrinkly white index finger is pointing at my..

Poetry

November, 2021

The Body Applies Order

The body applies order.Count the tiles so your Mother doesn’t die.Vultures ate our lands but couldn’t fly. Kneel, said the fatherSay their names nine times, then..

Poetry

November, 2021

Johor Bahru

The music of Johor Bahru is sitar strings plying breezesoff the South China Sea, fanning jasmine and lemongrass across verandas. The music of Johor Bahru ..

Poetry

November, 2021

Roundness

So the new thinking now within the scientific community about the way genes and ..

Poetry

November, 2021

morris and the 2-ply manifesto

uranium rattlesnake whiskeywhatever morris has lying aroundhe loads into his army issue surplus duffelhe tosses into the backseatof his used sedanand lurches across interstate 80away..

November, 2021

She’s Just Carbon

Death is total. But only two thirds of the creature who gave her life to become bacon and pork chops is useful. The other 33%..

November, 2021

He Says

He says he wants to quit smoking, but by now those words are perfunctory. Along with I need to go for a run and we..

Poetry

November, 2021

i fell in love with a woman

iridescent & indecent, the mississippi river reaches towards me like a lonely woman, first, she asks me what my mother never has for my..

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