MMR 2011 Anthology | Coming Soon
COMING SOON...$11 Stories, poetry and artwork by award-winning and emerging authors, poets, and artists. Moon Milk Review 2011 is a ravishing exhibition of what happens when the boundaries come off. A "refreshing departure...edgy...classic...compelling" (Flavorwire), MMR 2011 promises to take readers and art aficionados to places they've never been. Cover ... Read More
The Lost God of Hell’s Kitchen
She boxed away her Virgin Mary, the ceramic blue Virgin Mary and Child her Mémay had given her for First Communion. Her rosary beads, which she took on all her travels, are in a desk drawer, in the same tin box they came in. She was fourteen when her Mémay ... Read More
Job History
by Andrew Roe Another time I worked at a dentist’s office. I did the molds for people’s teeth. Me and this other guy (Dave? Don?). We got through it by getting high in the mornings. We’d sneak out to the alley. Then we’d do the molds. It was summer and ... Read More
Maps
Today’s possibility: 56.7%. Every month or so there comes a new Moses, babies left bullrushed on the river, sometimes there are notes though more often there aren’t, fourteen so far, What to do with the Moseses? the newspaper asks regularly, and for now the answer is the same as for ... Read More
WHEN WE DRINK OUR HEADS MAGRITTE GONE
by Lauren Hilgeronly our hats remain/my face sky I am apple present....Lauren Hilger is an MFA candidate at Sarah Lawrence College. Her poems have been published in The Westchester Review, ASKEW, Schuylkill Valley Journal, Obsessed with Pipework, among other journals. She’s taught at University of Virginia’s Young Writers Workshop and is serving as the ... Read More
La Santa Muerta
by Gabriel Valjan It's the air that I remember most when I think about the story of the two cousins long ago on that balcony above Mexico City. There, high above the Federal District, I had looked down and seen the Cuauhtémoc borough, where the poor lived; there, in the ... Read More
Sisyphus Explains
by Sara Amis Here you are, only you, the rock, and the hill. Nothing else. No light: no sun, no moon, no fire, no lamps, no stars. No darkness: no night, no shadows, no inside or underneath, no time. No death, that's over and done. There is only gray rock, ... Read More