Arts in Society

Boston Review’s Arts in Society section publishes poetry, fiction, creative nonfiction, and criticism. It focuses on how the arts loosen the hold of convention, bear witness to injustice, provoke new ways of seeing the world, and speak to the most pressing political and civic concerns of our time.

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Unmartydom

I ain’t dead and in this form, / I can matrix my way out of your bullet.

Half-Moon Teeth

“When I flick the light on, my ceiling hangs open, a wide mouth.” After her bedroom springs a leak, an English professor tries to help a struggling student.

The Lifeblood of Iranian Democracy

From street demonstrations to song, dance, film, and poetry, women are advancing a long legacy of struggle against authoritarianism.

Hilary Mantel, Historian

The celebrated novelist treated the past seriously, depicting its psychological complexity and drawing out its present-day political implications.

My grandfather was a virus

I was also spat across an ocean

and clung to the edge of an unwilling continent.

Baghdad Baby

“She would sit upright in her bed and recall the moment she saw Aisha’s face.” An Iraqi émigré explains to a New York doctor why she has enrolled in a study for a new antidepressant.

Two poems by Simone Person

Selected by Sonia Sanchez as a winner of the 2021 Boston Review Annual Poetry Contest

How long have you gone without seeing a tree?

I ask my brother if he can hear cicadas where he is. My brother doesn’t know what cicadas are. He is 40 years old. He asks me to repeat it.

Two poems by Adebe DeRango-Adem

Selected by Sonia Sanchez as a winner of the 2021 Boston Review Annual Poetry Contest

The Democratic Potential of Cruising

Cruising extends the political value of the city as a space that brings us into contact with people who seem unlike us until we realize our shared desires.

Two poems by Raisa Tolchinsky

in your carpeted office you lay my life down / and say open up to that small room in my sternum.

Science Fiction as Poetry

In her new book, Danish poet Olga Ravn writes with open love, pity, and compassion for her strange yet familiar creations.

The Paris of China

“I was my father’s son. My father was Nai Nai’s least favorite.” A Taiwanese American man, driven from home by a secret, reevaluates his childhood memories of his grandmother.

Three poems by Porsha Olayiwola

a slave ship hauls / bodies as cargo and / both the surface and ocean floor / rifts. even the clouds break / open in sobs.

When I Stutter My Name

loving mother, come watch me be patient, / watch how i describe things that never leave my mouth

Her Face in the Darkness

“Closing her eyes, she pictured Abbie in the funeral home.” Grieving the death of her best friend, a young woman travels to Singapore to stay with an aunt she barely knows.

Two poems by Willie Lee Kinard III

Selected by Sonia Sanchez as a finalist for the 2021 Boston Review Annual Poetry Contest

What We Own This City Gets Wrong about Policing

Its illegitimacy goes far beyond the war on drugs.

The Healing Song

“Never do unto me what your uncle has done to us.” A family member’s disappearance leads to personal revelations. 

Warm Juice

“My mother has not slept for seven days.” A Taiwanese woman’s brother avoids calling their mother, setting off an insomniac unraveling.

Three poems by Lolita Stewart-White

Selected by Sonia Sanchez as a finalist for the 2021 Boston Review Annual Poetry Contest

Recovery

“‘No,’ Miho said, shaking her head. ‘I don’t want to share.’” Private tragedy forces a New York woman into attending group addiction therapy sessions.

Our Last Night at the Carnival

“I am wearing a fake diamond ring. It cost ten dollars in quarters and lots of concentration.” A mother, her daughter, and her romantic rival try to outmaneuver one another.

Two poems by Maya Marshall

An Abortion Ban

is a body snatcher,
is an ethnic cleansing.

The uterus is a cave,
is an incubator, is a vault,

is a self-destructing bomb,
is a thoroughfare.

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