Winter 2018 – Michigan Quarterly Review

Winter 2018

roasted pig with mouth open on a dinner table and a man is looking at it

“Eating the Pig,” by Donald Hall

By itself, isolated on this plywood,
among this puzzle of foregone possibilities,
his intact head seems to want affection.
Without knowing that I will do it,
I reach out and scratch his jaw,
and I stroke him behind his ears,
as if he might suddenly purr from his cooked head.

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By itself, isolated on this plywood,
among this puzzle of foregone possibilities,
his intact head seems to want affection.
Without knowing that I will do it,
I reach out and scratch his jaw,
and I stroke him behind his ears,
as if he might suddenly purr from his cooked head.

“The Way I Feel the World”: An Interview with Lawrence Joseph

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I was born into a Detroit that was the fourth largest city in the United States, one of America’s greatest and most important cities.

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By Philip Metres

I was born into a Detroit that was the fourth largest city in the United States, one of America’s greatest and most important cities.

“Constant Spring,” by Lorna Goodison

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Here you are still doing the island’s housekeeping,
Scour and rinse out the mouth of a river
bind weeds and refuse clogged.

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By Lorna Goodison

Here you are still doing the island’s housekeeping,
Scour and rinse out the mouth of a river
bind weeds and refuse clogged.

“Evening in Nod,” by Dave Lucas

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His day’s work done and his third beer drained, Cain finally feels like himself. Buzzed in the static of late August, when his friends go back to school. He always misses them more than he can say. He does not say much.

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His day’s work done and his third beer drained, Cain finally feels like himself. Buzzed in the static of late August, when his friends go back to school. He always misses them more than he can say. He does not say much.

“Neoliberal Austerity and Left Melancholy,” by Vassilis Lambropoulos

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Since the very start of the Trump Presidency, American poets have rapidly mobilized in news-making numbers and noises to participate in protests across geographical and generational divides.

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By Vassilis Lambropoulos

Since the very start of the Trump Presidency, American poets have rapidly mobilized in news-making numbers and noises to participate in protests across geographical and generational divides.

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