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After My Honeymoon

To read Charles Cantalupo’s full author note on “After My Honeymoon,” click here. After My Honeymoon After our wonderful wedding, for our honeymoon we stayed At my new in-laws and, when it ended, as was tradition, I had to live with my mother. In 1971, Late in December a man from Shieb, whom I didn’t […]

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To read Charles Cantalupo’s full author note on “After My Honeymoon,” click here. After My Honeymoon After our wonderful wedding, for our honeymoon we stayed At my new in-laws and, when it ended, as was tradition, I had to live with my mother. In 1971, Late in December a man from Shieb, whom I didn’t

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On Account of Getting His Leg Broke by New York City

Hit play below to hear Robert Lynn read his poem “On Account of Getting His Leg Broke by New York City” and scroll down for the full text. “On Account of Getting His Leg Broke by New York City” is featured in MQR’s Fall 2020 Issue. On Account of Getting His Leg Broke by New York City cops they

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Hit play below to hear Robert Lynn read his poem “On Account of Getting His Leg Broke by New York City” and scroll down for the full text. “On Account of Getting His Leg Broke by New York City” is featured in MQR’s Fall 2020 Issue. On Account of Getting His Leg Broke by New York City cops they

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Apocalyptic Love Song

Apocalyptic Love Song Longing lengthens. The heart muscles over. What in the world is not a force of its own reckoning. We worship the sheen on the surface of the same lake that let our girls drown. How easily we trade our own breath for the idea that love is stronger when slipped inside the

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Apocalyptic Love Song Longing lengthens. The heart muscles over. What in the world is not a force of its own reckoning. We worship the sheen on the surface of the same lake that let our girls drown. How easily we trade our own breath for the idea that love is stronger when slipped inside the

marble sculpture of Nike, the Greek goddess of victory

Winged Victory of Samothrace

Why I Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review Reader Bryan Byrdlong introduces Alana Folsom’s “Winged Victory of Samothrace” from our Summer 2020 issue. From the beginning of Alana Folsom’s, “Winged Victory of Samothrace” we might think that we are embarking on an exclusively ekphrastic journey. The title is of course a direct reference to the marble sculpture of Nike, the Greek

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Why I Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review Reader Bryan Byrdlong introduces Alana Folsom’s “Winged Victory of Samothrace” from our Summer 2020 issue. From the beginning of Alana Folsom’s, “Winged Victory of Samothrace” we might think that we are embarking on an exclusively ekphrastic journey. The title is of course a direct reference to the marble sculpture of Nike, the Greek

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Yes, It Could Be Worse

Hit play below to hear Yusef Komunyakaa read his poem “Yes, It Could Be Worse” and scroll down for the full text. The poem is featured in MQR’s Summer 2020 issue. MQR · Yusef Komunyakaa – It Could Be Worse I was not strong as Jean Valjean though my muscles knew weight & scent of pine from

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Hit play below to hear Yusef Komunyakaa read his poem “Yes, It Could Be Worse” and scroll down for the full text. The poem is featured in MQR’s Summer 2020 issue. MQR · Yusef Komunyakaa – It Could Be Worse I was not strong as Jean Valjean though my muscles knew weight & scent of pine from

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