by Derek Mong
When the last phone cord unslithers
from a sleeping teen’s fingers,
and all the TV knobs have spun
off into orbits unknown;
when the word tablet can glisten
without beeswax or mason, Continue reading
Author Archives: hipacificreview
Old Tyme with a Y
Filed under Poetry
The Death of the Fugitive Charles Floyd in a Cornfield Outside of East Liverpool, Ohio, October 22, 1934
by Robert Miltner
(after a photograph by Andrew Borowlec)
Leaves fall along rows of tree trunks in the late October orchards. The last apples hang, red as the cheeks of pretty children playing in the first snow of winter.
In town, stunted skeletons of burr oak, catalpa, and Osage orange irregularly line the waste lots located along the train tracks. Wasps buzz, ready to swarm relentlessly if their underground nests are threatened.
Filed under Nonfiction
Curriculum Vitae
by Dante Di Stefano
You are the entire ocean in a drop,
if you are anything. There’s no bluebird
in my heart, but if there were he would perch
on a rhinoceros horn and whistle
sea chanteys to the frigate in your heart.
Filed under Poetry
Defenseless
by Dustin Brown
Mice have taken over my bedroom.
They catapulted themselves
onto my bed, battering rammed
the pillow to the floor. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
A Good Mother
by Shuly Xóchitl Cawood
Marjorie rifled through the bathroom trash can with her right hand while using her left hand to grip the bathroom counter and steady herself. She’d had a little too much wine after her late lunch, but she deserved it, frankly. Though it was a cheap white wine from the grocery store, Marjorie felt sophisticated drinking it instead of beer, and she wanted to feel beautiful and sexy, even if she was in her house alone. Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
Hawaii Pacific Review 