Wilderness House Literary Review # 1/2


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.




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.


Copyright by the authors.


Please submit all works electronically.


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 Welcome to the second 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. 


Volume 1 number 1 is available on the web here and will be available in paperbound book shortly.


For a low bandwidth version of this edition click HERE. Enough housekeeping.




Found art! Many of us think of ourselves as artists more than just writers or poets or painters or sculptors or whatever we do to express out creative instincts. Art is what makes us smile or cry or just think. We’ve all seen (or heard) creative expressions and thought or even exclaimed “wow” and we have all seen a fortuitous congruence of events produced by nature and wished we could create what random chance produces so effortlessly.


I had asked artist Sean Moore to send me some art for this edition of the WHReview.  Instead he sent some found art. Sean is an avid sailor as well as an artist. He was checking the web site of his favorite yacht club (they commissioned a painting) and he saw and captured the following image from their web cam:




Wow, Found art. Call this Motif #3. As everyone in New England knows Rockport Massachusetts is famous for lobster and art. The inner harbor of Rockport has been painted so many times the locals have placed signs marking Motif #1. There are even a signs that point to Motif #2 which is just the wall of Lobster buoys. Everyone who can paint in New England has painted Motif #1 at least once. It’s an artistic obligation. Even Sean Moore has painted it.


Just in case you think there is anything more painted in New England than Motif #1 here is what Google Image has to say about Motif #1.  Yes, there are many thousands of paintings, drawings and photographs of Motif #1.


We all understand art. Picasso was a good artist even if we don’t like his paintings. Maya Angelo is a great poet even if we don’t like her poetry. They made us think, laugh or cry. Art in the eye of the beholder is a Zen or perhaps a gestalt existentialist experience. (Somehow the two are always related – or confused – go ahead argue with us!)  Our Poet-in-Residence has a thing or two to say about the Zen: Zen Lite, for Andy McLaughlin.


What makes an artist? What is art? At a recent Bagel Bards breakfast it was hotly debated. Irene Koronas, the bards’ word catcher wrote this blow-by-blow account of the action:


“In this corner we have, the statement, ‘a great poem is objective.’ In the other corner we have, ‘a great poem is subjective.’ You know the rules; no punches below sexual orientation and when the referee says break it up, go to your designated corners, (styles). Ding-dong. Subjective comes out punching, watch out, an upper cut over the i of Whitman. There goes the I of Nuruda, oh my God, someone stop the fight, Maya Angelo is getting clobbered, but wait, objective lands a solid right to the gut of Beethoven? (how did he get into this fight?) Oh boy, the referee has to bring juice to subjective, he slaps him across the face to wake him up before the insanity of creative lies knock him out. Subjective is refreshed; he comes out dancing around the ring like a butterfly. The crowd is on their feet cheering. Objective is on the ropes trying to cover his face. Folks, this is an incredible fight. A hard decision for the judges but it’s a knock out in the first round. Subjective is the winner. The poetic audience leaves satisfied that the best argument won. The maintenance men mop up the blood, collect the bottles and push the left over bagels into a bin. The mangers of poetic form take their winnings to the typewriter, open shelled peanuts to feed the birds, go home, rest and get ready for the next world championship bout.”


Our editor (It’s bizarre writing about oneself in the third person – an out of body experience) thinks he knows what’s art and what’s not. He masks his subjectivity under the guise of the objective and has written an introduction to an object art, an artistic happening the artist John Bellicchi created in Germany last year: The Last Supper. At a recent Bagel Bards breakfast a woman walked by and exclaimed, “It’s the last supper,” and walked away.  We’ve been wondering ever since whose second coming and imminent demise we’ve been celebrating.




This month we offer two essays by Molly Watt, one by Laurence McKinney and another by our editor Steve Glines. Molly’s two essays couldn’t be different. Molly’s thoughts range from Bollywood to post teen sex. Steve mourns his best friends passing. Laurie’s is about rocketry in the Cold War.


Veer-Zara and Bombay’s Bollywood

                        - By Molly Lynn Watt

Then Comes Marriage

                        - By Molly Lynn Watt

Homage to Mr. Ruff     

                        - By Steve Glines

Rocket Scientist

                        - Laurence McKinney




We often wonder what the real difference is between fiction and non-fiction. The latter is a remembered impression of reality the former an imagined impression of reality. The lines, more often than not, blur. Were this writer to type an autobiography it would consist of what he has chosen (consciously or not) to remember and being the poor scholar that he is he will admit to only writing fiction. Perhaps opposite can be said of our only entry in the fiction department:


Veterans of the Boy Scout War         
                        - By Gary Beck




At yet another Bagel Bards breakfast someone chirped in with, “Did you know that a group of poets is called a ‘iam’ of poets.” No we didn’t know that and we have yet been able to verify with a Google search. After very little thought we believe the correct name should be an ‘ego of poets.’ Here is our current collection:


Patricia Brodie



Julia Carlson

                        I watched TV at the friendly Villager Tavern …



Robin Dancer



Steve Glines

                        Four cool cats (the end of hip and the death of cool)


Taylor Graham

                  The View From Coyoteville

                        Thunder Snow

                        Fox Love

                        Weather Report


Carolyn Gregory

                  The Elegant Orange Cat

                        At The Guest House Parlor (For Mrs. Claire Pike)


Doug Holder

                  You’ll Be A Collyer Brothers Hermit!


Coleen T. Houlihan

                  Colorless State of Existence

                        Of the Ocean


Gary Lehmann

                        Mouse Trap

                        Two Pistols Overture


Gloria Mindock

                  Being Lost Is A Little Vulgar

                        Dog Dance


Tomas O’Leary

                        Zen Lite - for Andy McLaughlin


Charles P. Ries


                        Ideas Of Grace


Beatriz Alba del Rio


                        Poets and levity


Pushpa Ratna Tuladhar

                  pushpa. poem


Afaa Micheal Weaver

                  DaMo Before the Wall


A.D. Winans

                  Woman On The Balcony




Finally, if you’re not exhausted we have several reviews of books we think might be of interest to you.


The Powow River Anthology

Edited By: Alfred Nichols

Ocean Publishers, 2006

Reviewed by Amy Brais


Finally we can’t help tooting our own horn and reviewing our own books. The following book was edited by our editor and published by our review editor – talk about an inside job.


Way, Way Off the Road. The

Memoirs of the Invisible Man

By Hugh Fox

Edited by S.R. Glines

Ibbetson Street Press, 2006

Reviewed by Doug Holder


We did receive a short, independent, review by Linda Lerner. I think she liked it:


“My immediate reaction on finishing Hugh's book,  ‘Way, Way Off the Road. The Memoirs of an Invisible Man.’:


Got way way off my road middle of one insomniac night, lost in a strangely familiar world of artists academics, most of whom I've never met or whose names I'd only heard mentioned, wanted to get off, turn back , even tried to take a few short cuts -- but there were no road directions, logical organization of his bizarre place I kept returning to middle of every night --felt like I was waking up in a Fellini movie or maybe Brunell and then something weird happened -- I began to feel at home, as if I fit in there, wanted to stay a bit longer & that really frightened me -- the whole time I kept trying to get a glimpse of you since this was your place, till finally FINALLY, in the last 10, 20 miles of pages you appeared and led me out... Glad to meet ya!”


-- Linda Lerner


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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