Tracks Near tracks small gardens the size of graves. A dog runs beside a far-away wall. I know there’s something there. Silver hair, a backward glance, the feeling of loneliness on a significant date. “So close,” said the fly, buzzing against the window, “but this is not the way out.” Riverside Park in the early
The Hypothetical Interview is Everything Else’s new series featuring a signature questionnaire from the editors. Look for future Q&As on the Everything Else blog to discover the current projects, passions and inspirations that drive our contributors, in their own words. Reading Hypothetical Review content for the first time? Stay connected and join us here. V.B. Borjen is a
News, happenings and accomplishments from some of our Issue One contributors. Jim Keane – author of “Monsters of the Book” – is an editor at Orbis Books. Keane writes a column for America: here’s his most recent column on Gettysburg, “For Hell or For Glory.” Poet and prose writer Bill Jansen – author of “A Pack of Cigarettes“ – has published
Hurricane Child Could it have been the fallen angel who sucked the salt from my skin? The water groaned rhythmically, wood cracked. The tank crashed, fish spilled over. The roof opened and the wind danced drunkenly. I saw a child peering past a rabid boar feasting, tempting innocents to ride its back. I desperately
Happy Thursday, Hypothetical Review readers. Welcome to our newest, most organic, least premeditated feature — a collection of links we like from around the web. Whether it is something that speaks to our mission or simply tickles our literary minds, you’ll find it here on the blog. Not sure how to comb through the day’s
Greetings! It’s the beginning of autumn in the Northern Hemisphere and I’m excited about this blog, launched last month. Roberto Santiago’s The Day He Became Queen – one of our August monthly features – was a record-setting poem among readers, with many of you awarding it the Hypothetical ‘star’ and spending time with this intricately
Welcome to the Hypothetical Review Contributor Roundup, an occasional record of what our recent contributors are writing, publishing, reading and sharing around the web and across the world. This month, we bring you updates from our Issue One poets, many of whom are tearing up the literary scene with new books, fresh publications, interviews and
Greetings It’s been a week since our Issue One celebration! Now we’re excited to share
The Day He Became Queen This morning, Elizabeth was dead. Grey of skin to spite the sky, Elizabeth was a sickly child. Coughing more than she ever spoke, her voice was seasalt over oatmeal. Her gait was plain as rain clouds, and heavy as a storm, while her peers’ limbs floated eiderdown with graceful joints.
Violin When my father kicked my violin against the stove there was a crash and the wood carved so lovingly cracked with the force splintered away from the whole into silence I was about 12 years old then remembering my father, the war his anger the broken neck of the violin the collapsed bridge severed
Friends, fans, contributors and lovers of words: come help us celebrate the inaugural issue of the incredible new online literary journal Hypothetical: A Review of Everything Imaginable! This Thursday, August 8, join our New York writers and editors at KGB Bar in the East Village from 7:00pm – 9:00pm for drinks, mingling and some kick-ass
It’s August. Summer is heating up for a final surge before autumn. And here at Hypothetical Review, we are busying ourselves with preparations for the second issue of our brand new online literary journal. There’s nothing like the close of one season, and the unquenchable promise of the next, to spur us into action. And
Poetry & Prose V.B Borjen Teresa Mei Chuc Cynthia Cruz Cynthia Huntington Bill Jansen Jim Keane Paulius Norvila Nick Ripatrazone Zachary Schomburg Alex Tomoff Rimas Uzgiris Indrė Valantinaitė Michael T. Young Conversations Chandler Klang Smith and Alizah Salario Zachary Karabashliev and Vera Asenova Simona Maicanescu and Cynthia-Marie O’Brien Featured Images Mayeta Clark (Stills from Piano Rites: “Hands
Monsters of the Book Like anything else, I suppose, it starts in childhood. Reading, that is, and wanting to write, and not always understanding what was going on with either impulse. I grew up in a large and verbal family, where we talked a great deal about almost everything. It is safe to say that
Fake Blood Fake blood Red color. Blue. I put it on carefully. It looks so real. Absolutely real. Although I’m not doing this for a living anymore, I’m still good. For twenty years I was a special effects artist. Now, I’m nobody. Four years before retirement, I got kicked out with fifteen more men. Our company
A Pack of Cigarettes This morning, as I sit at my computer in the bedroom, I hear the TV in the living room that is tuned to an Italian station. I’m trying to filter things out. Separate the laugh track from the joke, the crematorium from the barbeque. It all started when I found a
Excerpts from Terra Nova Dust 1. Then the noontime furnace. Heat shuddering up from the sand, the sky a plate, and out in the desert the tents of the Hebrews luffing in wind, their heavy curtains of goat hair thumping on the ropes; they lean and pull. Dust in your throat and eyes, dry film
Paulius Norvila is a twenty-seven year old poet from Lithuania whose first collection, Septyni Metų Laikai (“Seven Seasons”), was well received when it was published in Vilnius in 2006. His second collection of poetry was released this year. Rimas Uzgiris‘ poetry has been published in Atlanta Review, 322 Review, Lituanus, Prime
Con Son “She’s become insane . . . unable to sleep for fifteen days, believing herself to be a pampered dog that could only eat bread and milk. Not being given these, she refused to eat and became so weak she couldn’t talk. When the wind blew she wanted to fly.” -Father Chan Tin, Vietnamese
