Summer 2022 – Michigan Quarterly Review

Summer 2022

Dear Boy

Why I Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review reader Abigail McFee introduces “Dear Boy,” a poem by Gabriella Fee, for our Summer 2022 issue. You can purchase the issue here. I love poems that tread humor and solemnity in equal measure, and Gabriella Fee’s “Dear Boy” delivers in its first three lines, with their brilliant rhyme of “Lenker/hair/underwear.” This is […]

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Why I Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review reader Abigail McFee introduces “Dear Boy,” a poem by Gabriella Fee, for our Summer 2022 issue. You can purchase the issue here. I love poems that tread humor and solemnity in equal measure, and Gabriella Fee’s “Dear Boy” delivers in its first three lines, with their brilliant rhyme of “Lenker/hair/underwear.” This is

Trees

She was alone when she made the nebula. She made it from her own breath. The arms of galaxies came out of her own arms. One thing after the other she birthed: clouds, oceans, blood, mouths, food, words. Her sense of self dwindled. She became numerous, infinitely dispersed in spectrums of sand and rain. But

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She was alone when she made the nebula. She made it from her own breath. The arms of galaxies came out of her own arms. One thing after the other she birthed: clouds, oceans, blood, mouths, food, words. Her sense of self dwindled. She became numerous, infinitely dispersed in spectrums of sand and rain. But

What Happens After

“What Happens After” is from MQR’s Summer 2022 Issue. You can purchase the issue here. We always wake up on Mondays. Sometimes it rains. Sometimes it snows. Flakes fall from the sky like dandruff—wide, fluffy, itchy pieces of god’s scalp. I fear even Heaven is disintegrating, that it has come undone while we were sleeping. My husband asks

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“What Happens After” is from MQR’s Summer 2022 Issue. You can purchase the issue here. We always wake up on Mondays. Sometimes it rains. Sometimes it snows. Flakes fall from the sky like dandruff—wide, fluffy, itchy pieces of god’s scalp. I fear even Heaven is disintegrating, that it has come undone while we were sleeping. My husband asks

Mateo

Why I Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review reader Abigail McFee introduces “Mateo,” a poem by Rebecca Levi, for our Summer 2022 issue. You can purchase the issue here. Rebecca Levi’s “Mateo” enchanted me with its fluidity of content and form. The relationship at its center, while bearing the tenderness of a parent-and-child dynamic, is never defined as such by

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Why I Chose It: Michigan Quarterly Review reader Abigail McFee introduces “Mateo,” a poem by Rebecca Levi, for our Summer 2022 issue. You can purchase the issue here. Rebecca Levi’s “Mateo” enchanted me with its fluidity of content and form. The relationship at its center, while bearing the tenderness of a parent-and-child dynamic, is never defined as such by

A Technologist’s Travels and Travails with the Colour Green

I. A 21st-century colour confusion: “green” lights are not green The technologist that is me is obsessed with colours, often struck by colour confusions, and especially with the colour green.     Oh, and did you know that “green” lights are not green?   No, this is not a trick question meant only for the nerds.   It has

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I. A 21st-century colour confusion: “green” lights are not green The technologist that is me is obsessed with colours, often struck by colour confusions, and especially with the colour green.     Oh, and did you know that “green” lights are not green?   No, this is not a trick question meant only for the nerds.   It has

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