~ highlights and recommendations from recent issues of literary journals ~
by Mark Danowsky, Managing Editor for the Schuylkill Valley Journal
Alaska Quarterly Review (AQR)
Vol. 35, No. 3 & 4, Winter Spring 2019
W.J. Herbert – Hybrid
If you’re a red wolf
you know what I’m talking about.
Ted Kooser – Car in the Driveway
I was almost eighty years old, and everywhere I’d
been and everything I’d learned was gone
Issue 6 – “Kissing in the future” – Winter 2018/2019
Maggie Millner – A Partial History of My Desire
When, in college, I learned my advisor
had edited a widely praised anthology
of “world’s worst verse,” I found it
very difficult to write.
Niina Pollari – I spend the Day Not Speaking
Something you must know
Is that I am hesitating
Spring 2019, Vol. 45, No. 1
Jennifer L. Knox – The Gift
When I was little, she’d bring me to restaurants
and read while I, no doubt, talked and talked. Things
children said weren’t interesting to her, she told me,
and family never had to say, “I’m sorry.”
The Massachusetts Review
Vol. LX, No. 1, 2019
Casey Patrick – Recollection
Or. A maiden stands
between a man and what he wants. And.
Each version leads here: She walks
into the world with her hands
Strapped to her back.
Number 28 / Spring 2019
Elizabeth Spesia – Cyclops
Her body sprang from
incomprehensible void, a dark chaos. Whatever
happened to being a goddess?
The Georgia Review
Alberto Ríos – The Scorpion of Loud
we live our lives.
If we’re lucky, no one will notice us.
of course, we think we want it not
to be like that:
we think we want to be noticed.
Jeff Gundy – Notes Toward Intuitive Geography
The parking lots lie bare as the hearts of old men.
Spring / Summer 2019, Issue 27
Christine Gosnay – New State
It feels ethical to imagine you here,
a mandate from the poplar
Summer / Fall 2019
Wall Swist – Hawk Feathers
At the southern edge, a porcupine
barks and bristles, edges away
Hanae Jonas – Good
Repression’s good for some things:
The long-closed door days, possession
turning my knives.
Carolyne Wright – Not on My Résumé
I was almost ashamed to show up, I was such
a lousy waitress—mixing up orders, begging
smoker co-workers to empty the ashtrays
The Adroit Journal
Emilia Phillips – Poem About Death Beginning With A Humblebrag And Ending With A Shower Beer
Today, for once, I did not think of Death. I avoided him like all men
in public by pretending to read, by putting in
my earbuds to drown out his I still need you, babys with Patsy Cline’s
I go out walkin’.
Issue 14, Winter 2019
Anna Mabel – Variable
Plants have no memory, they say, because forgetting allows them to store energy.
Valparaiso Poetry Review
Volume XI, Number 2
Catherine Staples – Hacking Out
It was wheel and feint while we trotted along
in long grass, in the loose swing of work
and pleasure on a twenty degree day, horses
steaming breaths, fingers loosening from knots—
when another unfixed bit of blue shot forth.
James Harms – Keep My Word
At dawn, night
and day nearly blend, nearly
erase all differences, a way of
celebrating gray and
the end of gray, of saying
here and now are enough.
Winner of the TQ14 Open Poetry Contest
D. Gilson – My Mother Describes Chemo for Andy Warhol
Popsicle lick & radiation drip
& ugly shoes nobody
should be wearing. I’m tired
some days. On Wednesdays
we watch reruns of Judge
Judy. I like Fridays. Clorox
smells & Montel’s on TV
from nine to ten.
Birmingham Poetry Review
Issue 46, 2019
Toi Dericotte – Pantoum for the Broken
If we escaped, will we escape again?
I leapt from my body like a burning thing.