NIXES MATE REVIEW · ISSUE 38/39 Winter/Spring 2026

Torn down cities reveal what remains: barren gardens, wasteland supermarkets, trees empty of birds. The past strains itself to catch up to us. As we fill the pockets of our buried memories ...

Kidnapped off the streets, migrants and citizens remain ghosts in an unrecognizable America. Where once the ocean nourished and protected us, it now becomes a great moat.

¡Ghost bicycles, hurricanes, elections, war! No one could have predicted this. Well, they did, but don't let that spoil your truth, our truth, a truth.

New England without winter is a blessing and a curse. ¡Gracias, El Niño! Here at Nixes Mate headquarters, graveyard for pirates, mutineers, and booze cruises ...

We’re tight into hurricane season here at Nixes Mate Headquarters. No better time than to sit with our Summer/Fall 2023 issue and join the Nixes Mate family.

Is it early Spring in New England when it’s 60 degrees Fahrenheit out in February? Is it late winter when, a week earlier, it was -8 degrees Fahrenheit?

Welcome to our new world. As we struggled to come out from under the fog of Covid 19, we decided why not shake it up and come out with print editions of the Review.

Late again, late again, late again. As Spring creepy crawls out here in Boston Harbor, speech is purchased and war regains its foothold. But poetry and prose and crocuses ... 

We must avoid fable, myth, the easier routes to understanding through anthropomorphism. Faced with the crisis of extinction, there is no time for such storytelling.

When billionaires spend ten minutes at the edge of space do we cheer and share their exhuberance, or do we pull hammers, saws, and drills out of a tool box ...

Boston is creeping back to life. College students travel in packs. Traffic congeals in all the familiar places like crocuses pushing out along the Charles.

Among the dislocated shoulders, insurrection, glaucoma, and skies the color and texture of overcooked oatmeal is a hope that the country survives, that the world survives ...

If 2020 could be summed up in one <em>Twilight Zone</em> episode it would be "Time Enough at Last" from season 1, starring Burgess Meredith as the bookworm who ...

Social distancing is a new literature, a bitter cup of surveillance and incompetance that asks us to accept our ruin with equnamity. We quarantine ourselves with tigers ...

Welcome to Issue 14 · Winter, 2020. Welcome to an uneasy winter of missiles and summer. Welcome to an uneasy winter of perpetual tardiness and procrastination. ...

Welcome to our 3rd anniversary issue. Goodbye to the summer of procrastination. Welcome to the fail of corruption, the veil of stupidity. Welcome to pocket door ...

Welcome to Issue 12 and the summer of treason, of treachery, of internment and concentration, of horror and Uranium 235, of tankers and drones, of obfuscation and incompetence, of poetry and prose. ...

After an action-packed AWP full of astounding readings, book selling phenomena, and Portlandining with friends we are back in what appears to be the most hated ...

Welcome to Issue 10 of Nixes Mate Review. We were shutdown, not because of walls or intractable and genetic stupidity, but because we couldn't leave well enough alone just days before going live. ...

Our 2nd anniversary is surrounded by the spectacle and the noise. We are adrift on fault lines. Our symptoms of distress are almost too much to bear. And yet ... and yet, poetry ...

With every new horror, with every new heatwave, with every norm a carcass swept up in the dustbin of history there is always poetry and literature and the ocean's navigational hazards ...

The Spring that never starts is the Spring that is sorely missed, unless you like Nor'easters. Our fabled navigational hazard was slashed and bashed about and funneled up to her gunwales. ...

Up here in Boston we could use some of that fabled global warming everyone's talking about. Our navigational hazard namesake is encrusted with a briny rime. With climate change ...

Hurricanes, both politically and meteorologically, have dominated the news this past year. If you step outside of that entropic, emotionally draining funnel of fake fake fake news ...

Summer, that season of discontented contentment when the twin-barreled human indulgences of violence and leisure become an estranged microburst; when tree branches, pedestrians ...

Spring came early in Boston this winter. But now that it is Spring, Winter spits its last breath at us. As we edited this issue, a theme emerged that surprised us ... Death. That infamous black page. ...

We experienced an election of discontent. They tore down the old Allston/Brighton tolls. The weather in Boston remains execrable. Our friend's shop in Brooklyn, that we helped build ...

Welcome to Nixes Mate Review. Out of the ashes of the 1980s Allston zine scene comes a new journal of hand-crafted artisanal literature. We are excited about our first issue. ...