THE ADIRONDACK REVIEW
COPYRIGHT © 2000–2019
ISSN: 1533 2063
FALL 2019
SUDDENLY IT OCCURRED TO ME by RYAN MIHALY
UNTITLED PHOTO by NO LAND; LYRICS BY ZACK ROSEN (1989-2019)
TRANSLATION & REVIEWS
BLUR by JACK FELICE
POETRY & FICTION
from Her Scant State
an erasure of Henry James’s The Portrait of a Lady
BARBARA TOMASH 

Three Poems
KATHRYN MERWIN

Ode to Fetal Sharks in Jars
EMILY SCHULTEN

Starlight Stay
C.M. RIVERS

After Auden
DAVID ROSENHEIM

Two Poems
DAVID WALSH

Southerly
DAN FLIEGEL

from Vedado
ERIKA HODGES

Ask A Crow
CHARLES ISRAEL JR.

Three Poems
JIANNA JIHYUN PARK

​Three Poems
ROBERTA SENECHAL DE LA ROCHE


Two Poems
VICENTE HUIDOBRO
translated by JONATHAN SIMKINS

Scale Model
CERASELA SPRÎNCENATU
translated by JAMES OWENS

​Enforced Rustication in the Chinese Cultural Revolution
by JIANQING ZHENG
reviewed by THADDEUS RUTKOWSKI

This Is Not a Love Song
by BRENDAN MATHEWS
reviewed by LUC LE




COLLABORATIVE VOICES
UNTITLED by NO LAND
Suddenly It Occurred to Me
KAROLINA ZAPAL


If therapy seeks perfection through duality, and Buddhism celebrates imperfect oneness and unity, then normalcy must operate in threes. A chromosomal mutation spawns three selves, one for each time conspiracy. Morning is nude, cradled in a chalky monster swivel. After two thousand years, their cuddling has finally managed a seated position. She can turn her whole one-third body to look at you, but in her periphery’s the zoo (who’s your friend?). A blue campus emergency call pole sticks out of the landscape like a whale. We go whale watching, but she goes into the whale, where sunshine and spit make rainbows. We have tried to soothe her by hanging a corn kernel disco ball emitting heat and light. But mostly, she’s fading like an old dog. Afternoon is just a snapshot of a different day. She makes to-do lists that grow into a heavy tail she drags around like a bridal veil. Her birthday is a funeral for all she has not yet accomplished. Night has wings and staircase legs. Coffee, the racecar, has since left her peachy bloodstream. Flowers grow out of pretty thoughts: a sunset on the horizon propelled by eyelashes that lift clouds. Archeologists dig up a fossilized fourth self at a rundown 7-11, where a sleepwalker arranges derelicts for a photo opportunity. The orgy kicks up Cheeto dust off white makeshift bleachers. 
American Triptych
JEAN PROKOTT
& DEAN RADER
& CHRIS HAVEN

Something Else
NO LAND
& ERIKA HODGES

Four Poems
REBECCA HART OLANDER
& ELIZABETH PAUL

Two Poems
MARIE CONLAN KRIETER
& HEATHER SWEENEY

Haku
KUMU HULA KAHU KAPENA MALULANI PEREZ
& KUMU HULA ANN LOKEOKALUAPELEONĀLANI PARKER
& PIANTA

Letters Between Anne and Pam
ANNE BOWER
& PAMELA AHLEN

Remember Lot's Wife
SHARI WAGNER, et al

Salt Pt. 2
ZACK ROSEN
& NO LAND