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Call for Submission of Native-authored work

January 28, 2020 - By

With the '20s rolling thunderously into place, we at the Massachusetts Review are seeking unpublished work for our first special issue of the new decade. MR's editors and guest editors—Tacey Atsitty, Laura Furlan, and Toni Jensen—are looking for new Native-authored work of fiction, poetry, nonfiction, and hybrid texts for a special issue responding to the 400^th anniversary of the Plymouth landing. Submissions can be sent (as Word or PDF files) to MRPlymouth400@gmail.com. Please put the genre and title in the subject line ("FICTION: Title").

Deadline: March 31, 2020.

10 Questions for Anita Felicelli

January 27, 2020 - By Edward Clifford

Paati lived at the edge of a minor fishing village, in a small gray house darkened by caliginous algae stains that streamed down its outer walls and along the edges of its clay roof tiles. She was their mother’s mother, a stern woman, darker than their mother, with a nose curved and knowing like the beak of a hawk. —from “Tent Cinema,” Volume 60, Issue 4 (Winter 2019)

Tell us about one...

10 Questions for Danley Romero

January 24, 2020 - By Edward Clifford

My mother taught me that music can mean different things each time it is listened to. Sometimes a piece means all the same things it has meant before, but not always. It changes, she told me, depending on where you are in life. “Music is a journey,” she said. “There is a beginning. There’s a middle. There’s an end.” But music never really ends. She said that contradictions don’t always matter in music, that a piece can end and not end because it lingers in your soul and it solidifies into a part of the core of you even if the air you’re breathing gives up all...

10 Questions for Maria Hamilton Abegunde

January 20, 2020 - By Edward Clifford

To find a missing friend, follow the rot.

When/If
You find her
Him...

10 Questions for James Janko

January 16, 2020 - By Edward Clifford

If I had really good eyes, I might see the threads that join me to the crowd, or even to one old man, this fellow next to me, for example, his cheeks as flush as a Christmas card Santa, his eyes moist, his hand over his heart as he gazes at the flag and sings. He is, by all accounts, normal.

—from "The Anthem and the Angels," Volume 60, Issue 4 (Winter 2019)

Tell us about one of the first pieces you wrote.
I was a truant in high school, but I began writing a novel my junior year. I stuffed handwritten pages into an empty Tinkertoy box until it was full. I have no idea what my novel was about, but I remember my older sister, who never missed school, read a few pages and said, “This is sick.”