Wilderness House Literary Review # 2/3
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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 October.
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 seventh edition (Volume 2, no. 3) 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 (who have just published their latest anthology) and the Wilderness House Literary Retreat. 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 deserve 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. Enough housekeeping.
It’s autumn in New England. The coming death of winter is known to every squirrel, chipmunk and deer in the neighborhood. Eating, bulking up, stashing food for the long winters nights are the current obsession of all the critters both little and big. A groundhog tunneled under the fence around the garden where his poor eyesight prevented him from spotting Jack the old and venerable scarecrow. Fox urine purchased from the local feed and grain store and liberally sprinkled on the garden fence (How do they collect fox urine?) has driven the white tailed rabbits from the yard. The garden gate remained open all summer. White tailed rabbits are almost an endangered species in this part of New England but the invasion of eastern coyotes – something new in the last 20 years – is probably more responsible than a little fox urine for the their disappearance. At the rate they breed I’m sure they’ll make a comeback. Last night I saw a deer in the yard – another new event. The overgrown and spent lettuce, tomatoes and herbs must make an enticing meal for a deer bulking up for the winter … were it not for the overpowering scent of fox urine. She gave up after casing the garden enclosure for a minute or so then sauntered off down the road at her own pace with a train of automobiles at her rump. It was a beautiful sight in the late twilight that creeps earlier and earlier each day.
The shed at the back of the yard has been claimed by a family of enterprising gray squirrels who have meticulously gathered pinecones all summer and stashed them in heaping piles to be munched on in winter like so many ears of corn. Come spring there will be nothing but a pile of pinecone stubble left on the floor to be swept away in an annual rite. But that is six or more months away, well beyond the vision of all but the most immortal man. For now it is the death of autumn, the chill in the air, the brightly burning hills of maple trees that quickens the pace and enlivens us. As children autumn signaled the beginning of a new school year, a time to reinvent ourselves. The energy and habits of youth carry forward to adulthood and for most of us this is the time of year when the seeds of our new growth are planted before we crawl into our annual chrysalis and succumb to the perdition of winter.
Visual art is the equivalent of verbal poetry. Academicians earn their keep by deconstruction of what is to most of us a simple Gestalt experience. We offer three paintings by Peter Schwartz. Peter Schwartz is a painter, poet and writer. He's also an associate art editor for Mad Hatters' Review. His artwork can be seen all over the Internet but specifically at: www.sitrahahra.com.
OK, Lets see what he has to offer us:
Artists rarely keep to one medium. Painters in oil usually dabble in drawing or pastels. Writers too experiment. I’m sure most essayist and critics have dabbled in fiction and poetry and most novelists have tried their hand at poetry and criticism. Eventually we are known by the medium we are most prolific and comfortable in. Writers of philosophy generally live very long lives. Bertrand Russell lived into his late nineties. Novelists are unusually long lived too but poetry is dangerous, very dangerous. Poetry can kill. There are far too many poets that live and die in the tradition of Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath to count. The latest casualty in the quest for peace is Sarah Hannah.
Lo Galluccio pays tribute to Sarah Hannah in
Abbott Ikeler tell us of a quest of discovery to uncover the truth about his ancestors and about one Wilhelm Eggler (later spelt Ikeler) who had been banished from the family record. in Unearthing Wilhelm.
Doug Holder measures his life by the coffee shops he’s haunted in
Our fiction editor loves Anton Chekhov and despairs the notion that there are no latter day Chekhov submitting works for her consideration. This is not to say that the work she receives isn’t excellent … it’s just not Chekhov. To that end WHLReview announces a new prize for fiction to be called “the Chekhov Prize.” A google search reveals several other Chekhov prizes with cash. Alas we’re not offering cash. We will look for a bearded bobble-head doll.
We have lots and lots of fiction this issue. Now when the relatives and in-laws descend for the holidays and your favorite team isn’t playing you’ll have something to read.
Forty Days By Andrew Bertaina
IT WILL NEVER BE LIGHT by Brett Yates
PALS FOREVER by Jim Woods
John Hildebidle offers us four samples of Flash Fiction or short, short fiction. Normally we’d be inclined to call this stuff prose poetry but John insists it’s not.
Back to (long) short stories with
Question of Nymphs By Randall Brown
Apparently shorter forms of prose pose the same dangers as poetry to the health of the author. The biography accompanying this next short story says that Ruth Jespersen was born in 1922. She was educated at Queens College in New York City and at the Sorbonne in Paris, from which she got a degree in French literature in the late 1940s. Two collections of her short fiction, "The Strange Ordeal of Edwin Banquo and Other Stories" and "Pop and Other New York Tales," were published by small presses in her lifetime, as was her masterpiece, a long novel called "The Blink of an Eye." In all, at her suicide in 1997, she left a remarkable body of work including half a dozen novels and close to 200 short stories. The story is used with permission of her estate.
THE ANATOMY OF HUMAN DESTRUCTIVENESS By Ruth Jespersen
Fledgling Empathy and the Things We Waste
DEER by Susan Tepper
Good Company By Sylvia Holt
A PAINLESS REUNION By Terry Sanville
Anne Brudevold reviews “For the Living Dead by Eric Greinke”
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 second anthology. You may purchase them here:
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