Issue 26/27 · Winter/Spring 2023
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? Is it even winter when Boston has only received 8 inches snow versus it’s usual 2 feet by the middle of February? Where are the Nor’easters? Are we speaking too soon, jinxing us here at Nixes Mate headquarters surrounded by a rising and warming sea? Will we retain a memory of the winter that wasn’t long after it fades?
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Spirit Spout
devon balwit
… a poetic vision directly engaging with Melville’s Moby-Dick;
or, The Whale – is an eschatological tour de force.
Nixes Mate Review
issue 26/27 Winter/Spring 2023
Our second print edition features all the great poetry, prose you’ve
come to expect from our online issues, plus reviews.
NOW CALLS ME DAUGHTER
christine jones
Christine Jones brilliantly flattens time to lament her beloved mother’s Alzheimer’s, and to celebrate the mother Now.
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Nixes Mate Review Back Issues
Issue 24/25 · Summer/Fall 2022
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.
Issue 23 · Spring 2022
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 …
Issue 21/22 · Climate Change
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.
Issue 20 · Summer 2021
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 …
ISSUE 19 · SPRING 2021
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.
ISSUE 18 · WINTER 2021
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 …
