The Ocean State Review Vol. 5 Summer 2015
Includes work by Michael Palmer, Medbh McGuckian, John Beer, Eve Aschheim, Phillis Levin, Rusty Morrison, Andrea Brady, John Koethe, an interview with Major Jackson, and many others.
The Ocean State Review Vol. 4 Summer 2014
Includes work by Charles Bernstein, Susan Bee, Melanie Rae Thon, Jacqueline Osherow, Michael Martone, Annie Lanzillotto, and many others.
The Ocean State Review Vol. 3 Summer 2013
Includes work by Patricia Smith, Abigail Thomas, Patricia Spears Jones, Tim O’Brien, Travis Macdonald, Tiphanie Yanique, Cole Swensen, Mairead Byrne, William Olsen, Timothy Liu, and many others.
The Ocean State Review vol. 2
Pamela Balluck, Halina Duraj, Gary Fincke, Lance Olsen, Crystal Wilkinson
Edvige Glunta, Amy Hoffman, Richard Hoffman, Michael Klein, David Lazar, Maria Mutch, Curtis Smith, AJ Verdelle, Nicole Walker
Kathi Aguero, Dennis Barone, Richard Blanco, Peter Campion, Michael Cirelli, Kwame Dawess, Ron Drummond, Jim Elledge, Kathy Fagan, Pierre Joris, Claudia Keelan, Joanna Klink, Julia Lisella, Gale Nelson, Donald Revell, Martha Rhodes, Daniel Tobin
Alexandra Broches, Paul Forte, John Gonzalez
Here’s a sneak peek at what’s inside:
Theories of Forgetting by Lance Olsen
“He can hear the kids from the trailer park playing outside. Constantly. In the parking lot, behind the motel building.
When did they go to school?
When did they rest?
Families grilling. Rat dogs fighting. Sitcoms blaring from open windows.
The man sits on the edge of the bed in his damp underwear and damp socks, feet flat on the carpet, hands flat on the bedspread, inhaling, remembering the time he was in his house that is no longer his house, in the office that used to be the girls’ room, prying at the shaggy non-colored rug to confirm it was the original, when he heard the woman’s snore cut short. His house: hers.”
Susquehanna by Donald Revel
“So far alone until
Say a Dorothy
Dark as a beehive . . .”
When The Chemicals by Joanna Klink
“When the chemicals
plunge into your bloodstream
you brood, and it may seem
that what you love
and take time for is burning”
An Interview with Tom Perrotta, By Rachel May
“In Little Children, I wondered why Sarah and Todd had to settle for the live that they had – why didn;t they make that escape and go for something better? Why did they make that choice?
When I start a book, I don’t do a lot of planning. But I do have a question. So, at some point, very early in the process, I’m aware that this woman is going to meet a man at the playground, and they’re going to start an affair. That was really all that I had. And, the book was going to end with her at the same playground sometime later, waiting for him to come. And the book was going to answer the question, Does he come? So, what I try to do when I’m writing is not have an answer to that question, and in fact to hold off answering that question for as long as I can.”
Comeuppance A.J. Verdel
“If I were a black man – which as a novelist I can well imagine, and as a researcher I can well assess – the very real odds are that by this stage in my life, I would be dead. If not dead, then ill. If not ill, then depressed. If more than depressed, then perhaps despondent. If more than despondent, then perhaps mentally ill. Maybe catatonic. Maybe delusional. If mentally ill, then perhaps locked away. If locked away, perhaps branded a criminal. If branded a criminal, then maybe jailed for something that some group ha decided is a crime. If jailed for a crime, then maybe stripped of my voting rights, forever.”
The Ocean State Review vol. 1
Nora Lewis, Pamela Petro, Michael Yefko
Karen Brennan, Wayne Cresser, Matthew Derby, Robin Lippincott, Jean McGarry, Aaron Tillman
Talvikki Ansel, Mary-Lou Brockett-Devine, Barbara Siegel Carlson, Nina Cassian, Stephen Cramer, Darcie Dennigan, Denise Duhamel, Mary Giaimo, Scott Hightower, Richard Hoffman, Melissa Hotchkiss, Patricia Spears Jones, Kevin McLellan, Derek Pollard, Tomaz Salamun, Kate Schapira
Betty J. Cotter, Pamela Petro
Writers on Writing:
Louise DeSalvo, Julia Glass, Robin Hemley, Padma Venkatraman
Here’s a sneak peek at what’s inside:
Monsters by Karen Brennan
“Inexplicably, the roommate has hairy floots and a bumpy snout. From beneath her bonnet twitch the beige ears of a meadow vole with pink, waxy, alert interiors. She is not able to speak above a silvery whisper when she confronts him, hissing, You have to do something about your daughter. Each time he visits, she confronts him thus and also hisses, She calls me a fucking bitch and tells me she hates me. It is kind of mean of her, he agrees patiently. His daughter has been sick for longer than he remembers. The daughter’s roommate is some kind of monster, he does not know what kind. She is humorous-looking but also a bit frightening with her floots and snout.”
Tower of Ivory, House of Gold by Jean McGarry
“The twins were ten when their big sister, Ann Mary, decided to enter the convent. Of the three Flynn girls, Ann Mary, not yet sixteen, was the beauty. She did the family cooking and most of the shopping, taking the twins along to haul the groceries home from in their brother’s old wagon. Jimmy Flynn had died when the twins were just five. He was born with a hole in his heart that grew faster than he did. Their mother, Eileen, was known to spend the afternoons lying on the couch with her face to the crack while Ann Mary crept around boiling the potatoes and frying the pork chops. She took so much cash every Friday when Dad got paid and slipped the fives and tens into envelopes marked rent, food, gas and electric. These envelopes were stored in a shoebox kept in the bedroom, where the twins shared a double bed and Ann Mary opened up the rollaway with the bedclothes stuffed into it.”
An Old Novel By My New Husband by Denise Duhamel
“is a love story about a hipster Romeo
and a down-and-out Juliet
and of course I am afraid to read it
because I prefer to believe
my new husband never loved anyone
Sounds Near Pistoletto by Tomaz Salamun
“The baker sang to them for four hours, ordered
catering and all those excellent wines, until he finally
dared to ask her about the scent that
Grischa used. I’m leaving for Cuba, because
I like the fellows there. Panini, panini hills,
I’ve never gotten enough to see”
Exceptions by Robin Hemley
“1. Don’t take yourself too seriously as a writer.
I started to take myself too seriously as a writer when I was in graduate school. When I say “too seriously” I mean dressing the part (wearing black writerly clothes, smoking cigarettes, and staying up all night to write feverish drafts of short stories). I was enamored with the romance of being a writer and that was fine, but I also saw writing as the highest form of human activity. Nothing possibly could be greater than being a writer. Save ten kids from a burning building. Ho hum. Put a scene in which the protagonist fails to save ten kids from a burning building. Now that was spectacular. In other words, I saw living through my “art” as akin or even superior to living.”