Tom looked up at the white plenum tiles of the examining room as a nurse slipped a needle into his arm. He took a deep breath to counter a wave of lightheadedness…
When I was 24, I killed myself. I put it that bluntly because it was not an attempted suicide, a cry for help, but a decision to self-murder. Yes, it was a…
One day, she said, looking up at me while planting parsley on her little patch of land, one day I will simply cease to exist. Imagine that. She took her shiny, sharp…
I return to the house— palms anointed by intention, to steady its posture, to lead it—if only briefly— toward a worth another might one day sanctify. The walls incline like venerable elders,…
A cockle hinge, a two-faced rock, speckled stones, bisected mussel shells shadowing the sky, sand-sculpted shell pieces so sea-softened they might have been bisque. One, I swear, in the shape of a…
… the heart of the lyric essay is not reality, not nature, but the music of reality, the music of nature as conceived in the mind of the essayist—the music of beautiful…
A manifold of frequency, woven from every mind that has ever parsed the world’s hidden patterns, waits by a pillar of translucent sapphire. Their hands leave trails of phosphorus in the air,…
After five years, the Hyacinth Review will be put on an indefinite hiatus. As many of you know, the website has been a labor of love and the hosting costs have been…
Diana steps soft in dew-jeweled night, a careful watch she keeps: her creatures ensconced in forest beds, shepherds and their sheep. Riding high on velvet strides, she bades her women mind to…
The editors at the Hyacinth Review were given a free ARC in exchange for an honest review. If you’ve ever encountered a cat, chances are you’ve gotten the impression that they’re in…
