Wilderness House Literary Review # 3/1
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 October.
Editor & Publisher
Book Reviews Editor
Poet in Residence
The Wilderness House Literary Review
is the result of the cooperation of the
All submissions must be in electronic form. Our preference is an MS Word file sent as an attachment.
Poetry may be submitted in any length.
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 ninth issue (Volume 3, no. 1) 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.
Ten thousand years ago, just after the glaciers of North America receded, this little patch of New England was bare rock. Tortured gouges sandpapered clean by millennia of grit transported by slow moving ice became our ponds and the ridge that includes Bumblebee Park was the terminus, for a time, of debris deposited by the melting ice flows, a small terminal moraine. Ten thousand years is barely enough time for fertile earth to accumulate over this polished bedrock so, as a result, the soil here is sandy and thin. The poorness of the soil is the very attribute that causes our sugar maple trees to shut down early in a blaze of reds and oranges.
It is spring in New England, undeniably spring. The crocuses, though late are finally in bloom. The sap has been rising in the Sugar Maple trees for over a month and the sump pumps in everyone’s basement have largely drained the first flushes of this springs thaw. In other parts of the country large rodents or songbirds serve as harbingers of spring. Here we have the rising sap in the maple trees and the rhythmic draw of the pumps bailing out our basements to announce the vernal season. The earth is so thin here that between lawn and bedrock is rarely more than a few feet so when the thaw comes the river draining our back yard and then some inevitably runs through our basement.
It’s very early spring; it’s to soon to plant, even in the cold frame. The conditions here are best described in a poetic fragment:
And so the migrants hold back.
Not willing to let things be our poetry editor threw down the gauntlet a second time. This time the challenge was to work with a title: “the handwritten.”
The next challenge which may turn into something more interesting is titled, “Why we are different from them.” No one is sure how this will turn out; stay tuned.
We are thrilled to discover unexpected talent amongst our regular contributors. Tino Villanueva, noted poet, is also a fantastic artist. The Bagel Bards have asked him to contribute his art for the cover of their next anthology. We thought it would be fun to showcase his works here as well. The art of Tino Villanueva.
As usual we have an eclectic lot of essays. We don’t often look very seriously at essays with foot notes, it’s just not our style but given our editors essay about feminism we thought it might be thought provoking to publish an essay that came in over the transom.
The art of the interview is demonstrated by Doug Holder:
The Interview: Errol Lincoln Uys - Doug Holder
Our fiction editor loves Anton Chekhov and despairs the notion that there are no latter day Chekhovs submitting works for his consideration. This is not to say that the work he 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 are pleased to announce the first recipient of our annual Chekhov prize. We haven’t been able to locate a Chekhov bobblehead doll (we’re still looking) but we have found a t-shirt with a picture resembling Anton Checkhov so that will have to do.
Our prizewinner is Marc Simon of Waban Massachusetts who’s short story “I’m so Pretty” was arguably the best piece of fiction we published in Volume 2.
Our new fiction editor has been very busy. In addition to publishing a chapbook (This is where yiou go when you are gone, poems by Timothy Gager) he has assembled a wonderful collection of short stories.
Hunter Moon – Now it’s a murder mystery. Anne Brudevold continues the saga of intrigue and romance in the woods of northern Maine.
On the shorter side:
Our poetry editor, not wanting to be outdone by our fiction editor is pleased to announce the Gertrude Stein "rose" prize for creativity in poetry. Anyone published in Volume 3 (and beyond) is eligible. We don't have any idea what the prize will consist of - a t-shirt for sure. Perhaps we can find a Plaster of Paris bust of Julius Caesar, put a rose in its mouth and decorate it to look like Gertrude Stein. (no thank you Alice I don’t want any more cookies before dinner)
In no particular order:
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 third anthology. You may purchase them here:
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