09/12/2021
We're late, but better late than never.
The Stockholm Review of Literature is an online publication with immodest ambitions.
It seeks to publish superlative literary fiction, poetry, essays and visual art, and it seeks to promote the writers and artists that produce it. Writers featured in the SRL include Iranian novelist Nahid Rachlin, American poet Charles Bane, Jr., Arubian-Argentinian writer and visual artist Arturo Desimone, Scots poet Pippa Little, American experimental playwright Julia Lee Barclay-Morton, Czech n
ovelist Jiri Pilucha, and Swedish writer and Editor-in-Chief at CONST Literary (P)Review, Ida Therén.
We're late, but better late than never.
A review of Eriye Onagoruwa's novel by by Femi Morgan
https://thestockholmreview.org/the-strindberg-section/the-nigerian-woman-in-the-workplace-a-review-of-eriye-onogoruwas-novel-by-femi-morgan/
Dear Alaere by Eriye Onagoruwa is a splendid novel. The storytelling is fluid. It bears no markers of intelligent posturing, instead it focuses on developing Alaere, the main character while other …
Broken Yellow is Stay. Poetry by Chinuzor Nwaoha
https://thestockholmreview.org/the-stagnelius-section/broken-yellow-is-stay-poetry-by-chibuzor-nwaoha/
the physician says that my sister had a miscarriage, that life & death swindled the baby in her womb & that her nosebleed is a blessing from the petals of her husband’s punches & …
Poetry by Henri Meschonnic. Translated by Don Boes and Gabriella Bedetti
https://thestockholmreview.org/the-stagnelius-section/poetry-by-henri-meschonnic-translated-by-don-boes-and-gabriella-bedetti/
the images that resemble me come from far away like a story which at first is not mine but in the end composes me even if I do not recognize myself in it I am not in what I am looking for but in wh…
Snow Days. Poetry by Kevin Casey.
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/07/12/snow-days-poetry-by-kevin-casey/
Several times each winter, snow would close our businesses and schools, and highway signs would urge caution: Speed Reduced to 45. Heading to work on those vacant streets, the swirling flake…
No-Beak Chickens and Other forgotten Delicacies. Poetry by Kelli Allen.
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/07/12/no-beak-chickens-and-other-forgotten-delicacies-poetry-by-kelli-allen/
We are no longer safe in the museum. The boyfriend stands humiliated, hands across his stomach, trying to puzzle desire against despair. It is a perfect morning to carry sandbags back from t…
Elizabeth Hanscombe redefines aging.
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/07/12/getting-on-ageing-shame-and-death-essay-by-elisabeth-hanscombe/
When I was a teenager in the mid-1960s surrounded by teachers who, to my mind, were well and truly getting on, I decided sixty would be a good age at which to die. Better to get out while I was ahe…
Karen Petersen tells us about power, abuse, and taking back power.
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/07/12/how-to-hurt-another-by-karen-petersen/
My small plane landed in the Ivory Coast in the middle of a foggy night. The air was so humid you could cut it with a knife. My friend Sharon and her French husband Pascal, with whom she had a merc…
Virginia Konchan gives us brilliant art yet again.
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/07/12/the-happiness-experiment-by-virginia-konchan/
Faith Richards stepped out of her Uber on a drizzly Friday night at 3am, and was seized by a moment of gratitude that Uber had eliminated the need to finalize a human interaction, albeit one in the…
James Wood's short fiction reminds us of Faulker.
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/07/12/jennifer-boyce-has-viewed-your-profile-by-james-wood/
(Dedicated to David and Nicola Cernik Mitchell) There was no doubt: the ping of my instant message service always made my heart beat faster. After more than thirty years in investment management, I…
Hello fam. We trust you're keeping safe. 2020 is really that year.
We apologize for the slight delay. Issue 32 will be shared here shortly.
Salvage Operation: Poetry by Seth Jani
https://thestockholmreview.org/the-stagnelius-section/salvage-operation-by-seth-jani/
Turn over in the rain, little panther, and show your pink belly to the storm. This world is slick and incommunicado. The sunlight hushes and hides, closing the blinds on what the darkness would tel…
Julie: Poetry by Robert Beveridge
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/04/12/julie-by-robert-beveridge/
She shies away from people keeps her hands curled so her fingers won’t graze the necks of oblivious travelers. Last night, in my dream, she touched me this goddess of aloof luci…
That Love Has a Right to Live: Book Review
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/04/12/that-love-has-a-right-to-live-a-review-of-unoma-azuahs-memoir-embracing-my-shadows-by-ope-adetayo/
Embracing my Shadow could not have been released at a more appropriate time. Three years after the first gay memoir was published in Nigeria, Unoma’s book has come to remind us that things have yet…
Two poems by Peter Akinlabi
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/04/12/two-poems-by-peter-akinlabi/
A First Responder Takes Stock of the Empty Streets Even now, when time’s emptying out, Into silent, paler streets, moving by degrees, Love’s echo might still be heard riding a pair of gloved…
Poetry by Alisa Velaj
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/04/12/an-offspring-of-season-by-alisa-velaj/
[for Tom] Translated from Albanian by Arben P. Latifi Our autumnal child in the Apeldoorm woods, throw some leaves on your shoulders, throw some leaves upwards to heaven; they flutter and fl…
Light in Winter by Declan Toohey:
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/04/12/light-in-winter-by-declan-toohey/
Don’t fear for me, the letter read, if I don’t text. Don’t fear for me if I don’t call. I’m going away, precisely for how long, I can’t tell, until I’m better. Until I’m healed. I’m aware that you …
Reunion by Fred Bubbers:
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/04/12/reunion-by-fred-bubbers/
I didn’t cry at my mother’s funeral. I was fifteen at the time, and the ordeal of seeing her suffer for the last year of her life had left me emotionally paralyzed. People say that you never get ov…
The Bigness of the Small Poem. Essay by Sandra Marchetti.
https://thestockholmreview.org/the-strindberg-section/essay-by-sandra-marchetti/
The Bigness of the Small Poem I was told as a young poet that a “small poem” is one that explores domestic themes or interior spaces. This definition of a small poem has very little to do with leng…
Breaking. Poetry by Derek Annis.
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/01/05/poetry-by-derek-annis/
Breaking mmHere I am again, on the flooded streets in the neighborhood of gray houses. Wind has torn the roofs away, lifted children into trees with branches bare, twisted and splintered like bone…
Hourglass. Poetry by Ibukun Adeeko.
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/01/05/poetry-by-ibukun-adeeko/
Hourglass Not that you miss the dimensions like a bird, tender, trying mmmmTo reach the end of the world. They’re and You’re. Like this. The breadth and the length. There mmmmIs a …
An Indonesian Story. Non-fiction by Karen Petersen.
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/01/05/non-fiction-by-karen-petersen/
An Indonesian Story In memory of Peter Matthiessen I had only been in Sumatra for a few days when the fever first took over. I’m not sure where it came from but the sweltering environment w…
Divination, fiction by Hillary Leftwich
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/01/05/fiction-by-hillary-leftwich/
Divination In 1981 Adam Walsh, the son of John Walsh, was abducted from a Sears in Hollywood, Florida. His head was found two weeks later. The rest of him is still missing. I think a lot abo…
Test of Gold, fiction by Virginia Konchan
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/01/05/fiction-by-virginia-konchan/
Test of Gold At the Kex Hostel bar is where we met. I was only staying at Kex for a night. After that I was headed to Laugarvatn, to stay at Gullkistan for three weeks, an artist’s residency an h…
The Engineer of Transparent Buildings, fiction by Rotimi Babatunde
https://thestockholmreview.org/2020/01/05/fiction-by-rotimi-babatunde/
The Engineer of Transparent Buildings mmmmmmBeing the text of the document discovered on a doorstep mmmmmmnear City Hall after the building became transparent Good girl, these are the thing…
Issue 30 is live!
Happy holidays y'all!
What book(s) are you gifting somebody this holiday?
We're sorry for being late, however we're chuffed to announce our 2019 Pushcart nominees:
David Kemper for his story, Between Two Hills.
Karen Petersen for her story, Trust
Joe Regan for his story, A Vocation
Ben von Jagow for the poem, Tiveden.
Heather Bureau for her poem, The Birdmen of Istanbul.
John Grochalski for his poem, alone i pour a double vodka.
Between Two Hills, fiction by Davif Kemper
https://thestockholmreview.org/2019/10/25/fiction-by-david-kemper/
Pablo wondered if his ability to create was gone forever. It was his one true gift, the reason he’d been born, and if he couldn’t do that anymore he might as well not exist. It had all happened s…
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