Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Recife Poetry By Ruth Mota In Recife, million-strong metrop­o­lis that points its Brazil­ian nose at Africa, on an avenue named for a famous baron so rich he owned eight sugar cane plan­ta­tions, so impor­tant his name­sake links…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA NIGHT in Capi­to­la Poetry By Jessica Cohn SCENE. The dark side of the ocean. Horizon and heaven, in their usual posi­tions. A rounded moon, strick­en white. Stars, like bright tacks. The water, con­fess­ing over and over…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Carnage Poetry By Richard Hamil­ton on days I spent looking for man’s bronzed, ashy ankles. In the dark, some­place to put my nose again. God­heads  don’t wrench meat from hal­lowed jaws, or worse, lace the…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Dear Rosa Lux­em­burg Poetry By Richard Hamil­ton In his lith­o­graph, The Mar­tyr­dom Beck­mann renders a boozy spec­ta­cle, Batter in a basin, your body. Can you picture man in dowdy dress? Pocket pro­tec­tors sullied by death. Splayed like a punctured…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Two Mem­o­ries Accom­pa­ny­ing a Drown­ing Poetry By Nathan Erwin After, I kept for­get­ting – the color of my mother’s hair, the sound of the ocean, falling down the embank­ment. I do remem­ber sitting on the damp…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Gaslight­ing the Goose Poetry By Pamela Wax Con­sid­er how having a uterus made one suspect, how the Egyp­tians com­pared the womb to a beast besieg­ing the female body; how the Greeks pre­scribed wine and orgies; Freud, mar­riage. How…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Sinter Poetry By Leath Tonino he saw, after she had died, the source of great­est sorrow: they had not sung togeth­er.   they had sung, they had sung, but not enough.   saw it clear, like…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Cres­cent Shaped Dents in the Palms of My Hands Poetry By Bonnie Markows­ki christ­mas morning, 1968   1. Irish coffee at dinner. The aroma of roasted beans can’t mask   that smell that smell   whiskey …

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Sand­piper Poetry By Adriana Stimola I saw a sand­piper trace the place the sea rubs her belly on January sand. Only, this bird, it was missing a foot, so I stared, hard enough for tears to come, then looked…

Stonecoast Review The Lit­er­ary Journal of the Stonecoast MFA Sir, Ma’am, Sorry Cre­ative Non-Fiction By Cass Peter­son I step up to the counter at the café to order. The young man behind the counter says with cheer, What can I get you this morning, Sir?…