Wilderness House Literary Review # 1/3
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
Book Reviews Editor
Poet in Residence
The Wilderness House Literary Review
is the result of the cooperation of the
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.
Welcome to the third 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 eventually. The same can be said of Number 2.
It’s been a long hot summer and many of us have been very lazy. So lazy that we never got around to a vacation. That will be remedied shortly by a trip to “The Continent.” To Americans that generally means France but can also be stretched to include anything on the European sub-continent including England where they insist they are not part of “The Continent” In England “The Continent” is France. Got that strait? OK so this will be an abbreviated Grand Tour. In the “old days,” generally taken to be the late Victorian days, the grand tour of Europe was what rich Americans did with their summers when they had gotten tired of The Hamptons, and other exotic places. In late Victorian novels the wealthy made their grand progress across “The Continent” spending their time in a Grand Hotel in Paris and other great cities of the world. Wasn’t it “grand”?
I’ll be leaving the best time of the year in New England. In this part of Massachusetts the height of Autumns fire is October 15th more or less but before Autumns magnificent peak the colors form a palette only dreamed of by artists. I claim no credit for the following picture. I merely pressed the shutter button while sitting at my desk. This is a view of Bumblebee Park, Littleton Massachusetts, United States of America.
Art & Essays
This issue finds most of our essayists up in the mountains (writing we hope) so your editor has to resort to his own keystrokes. In anticipation of his trip to Paris and other parts of “The Continent” he offers us a glimpse of the pancion he will be staying in:
- By Steve Glines
We hear every day how much the world hates America. Fanatics willingly blow themselves up on the off chance that some American somewhere might find discomfort. You’d think we were monsters. There are times we have to remember that America, specifically the United States of America is made up of people from all over the Globe. “Give me your tired, huddled masses yearning to breath free.” It’s not us or them. We are made up almost entirely of them. Almost every American is here because they or some ancestor wanted to get away from “there” and find a new life, which included a large measure of being left alone.
The unfortunate truth is that because most Americans (specially new ones) want to be left alone. They don’t often learn or want to learn about anything going on in the rest of the world. Americans are isolationists. Few Americans (second generation and beyond) speak anything but English (and or some Spanish) and have little inclination to learn anything else. I speak English, a fact I am sure will be annoying every Frenchmen I will ever meet. I will confess to having encountered Americans abroad that make me cringe. Years ago I was wandering down one of the endless galleries in a Paris museum when I heard over my shoulder, “Oh Harry, isn’t that one pretty.” The nasally Midwestern twang echoed “Ugly American” and I vowed then and there to tell everyone I met that I was a Canadian. I have never met a Canadian anywhere near as offensive as an uneducated Midwestern American farmer.
Being an American, born and raised, I have little appreciation for why the rest of the world both loves and hates us. One of the best scenes in Italian cinema comes from Federico Fellini’s movie “Amacord.” It’s about the goings on in a small town in Italy. Everything in town comes to a halt so that townsfolk can row offshore just to see an American Ocean liner. Such is the magnetism of America. Lest we think that’s a thing of the past my own daughter experienced the same love for America when she walked through Europe with a group of college students. Towns opened their hearts to these students in an open display of Love for America and the idea and ideals of America. She said she was made to feel like a Rock Star.
Emmanuel Ngwainmbi tells us a story of coming to America.
A Leap in the
I’ve always found it curious that writers are held distinct from poets. Both a novelist and a poet write word on paper and both craft their words into sentences or at least stanzas. The difference between a sentence and a stanza alone does not account for the perceived differences. I have read novels written in poetry (remember Ulysses) and short stories as brief as a poem. I like to think that writing in general can be compared with visual art. A novel is a movie, a masterpiece in oil a novella, a watercolor painting a short story and a pen and ink drawing or charcoal sketch a poem. Here then are the collected drawings of our friends:
If our essayists were busy not writing poetry and essays they were busy reading. Summer reading is the best part of summer if you have the luxury. Our reviewers did.
by Peg Lauber
Marsh River Editions Chapbook
48 pages, 2006
Review by Lo Galluccio
Mahgerefteh,WWW.Poeticamagazine.com or Poetica,
P.O.Box 11014, Norfolk, VA 23517.$14.00/year, $5.00/issue.
Review by Hugh Fox
By Robert Cooperman
Higganum Hill Books
PO Box 666, Higganum CT 06441
(860) 345-4103, $12.95, paper
Reviewed by Steve Glines
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: