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…
On their way to the first day of school after summer break Scott and Alex decided they would find the juiciest pear in the orchard. A trail of pears, each missing a…
I Something warm, something earthbound along Station Hill the sky is white clay hydrangeas washed in green emulsion still life composed in the Earth’s decay. II Breath clouds the face of the…
Mary Ann McGuigan’s stories have appeared in The Sun, Massachusetts Review, and many other journals. Her collection PIECES: A Novel in Stories includes fiction named for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. That Very…
When I first read Rumer Godden’s An Episode of Sparrows, it wasn’t considered a novel for children. It was just a novel. My mom was a librarian at the Oakland Public Library,…