winter 2024
Issue No. 20
Dear Readers,
This issue marks the tenth anniversary of the founding of the Stonecoast Review, now firmly established among student-led literary magazines. Issue #20 of the Review continues our legacy of discovering and encouraging new and diverse voices.
Discovery and self-discovery have also emerged as prominent themes in this issue’s contributions, although characters’ epiphanies were not always met with enthusiasm. Sydney Lea’s “Giudizio Dolce” depicts the chastened narrator when his narrow, perhaps unjustified, view of a classmate from the past is revealed. While monitoring the online dating activity of “The Man in the Window Seat,” Robert Granader’s narrator is startled into wakefulness about the state of his own marriage.
Self-discovery is celebrated in Carla Sarett’s “Self-Portrait as Aging Tortoise,” a condition she never envisioned, but which has its advantages. The young character in Sarah Jackson’s “Coherence” struggles with their gender identity but is surprised and comforted by their uncle’s model of fluidity for physical substances and time. Danielle Frimer’s play, “a marriage is a story we keep telling,” engages a same-sex couple in a conversational journey, one that initially causes them to recoil against traditional wedding rituals, but concludes with discovering marriage’s special meaning for them.
And the narrator in Nuala O’Connor’s “Smoke in a Jar” finally understands her neurodivergent mind after decades of mystifying herself and others with its workings.
Thank you for reading the Stonecoast Review; enjoy the discoveries you make inside.
Sincerely,
Mary White
Editor-in-Chief
Vision, Execution & How to Make an Ex-Voto
Having seen the smoke piling above the parking lot and the flames coiled around the cars the firefighters instructing the crowd to move any vehicles not actively on fire
Like A Song
We were shingling in the drizzle
of another century—I guess
we needed the money—and Mel
called out. He was sliding
Plague Diary — Week XI
I cook fresh artichoke—a head boiled bald,
butter melted in the day’s bragging heat.
The garlic bathes, my teeth glean flesh from each
earry lobe of bract, skin spit back to bin.
Defining the Third Element & Philoselene
Lith i um [‘liTHēəm] n.
1. Chemistry: soft metal that burns moon-white, lightest of the alkali, travels by river, swims in healing springs; reacts with our own carbon dioxide in Oxygen Masks, bends into plane, train, bike, and battery;
Sept/ember
Morning of the twentieth, there is a universe on my wall. Just kidding it is only a burning square of light.