About this issue
Bringing together poetry, fiction, essays, and visual art, Volume 7, Issue 2 (Winter 2024) deepens San Antonio Review’s commitment to showcasing fearless, boundary-pushing work. This issue highlights both emerging and established voices reflecting on identity, memory, and the pressing concerns of our time. With vibrant artwork alongside inventive prose and verse, the Winter 2024 issue offers readers a rich, multifaceted experience that challenges convention while celebrating the enduring power of creativity.
editor’s note
I have been in awe of the submissions we have accepted for our Winter issue! Our theme: hibernation, rest, pause, reflect was interpreted in many creative ways, and each piece is a pictorial or verbal work of art. In a season of thanksgiving, I am grateful for each contributor, and it has been my pleasure to work with all of you.
Poetry, prose, and artwork are expressions of the heart, and it’s this precious vulnerability that draws us inside words and pictures and haunts us….Read More
art
fiction
Welcome to Rubicon
After months of rumors, Mayfair Mutual received word they’d been acquired. Disillusioned by long hours and disappointing commissions, new hires took the news in stride, blasting out resumes and hooking up with recruiters. Carrie Winters had been thinking of quitting and returning to catering. Older employees like…
The Woodsman
The resolve to live in the woods with only the two dogs for company had been building unexamined a long time. He had picked up the germ of the idea when a boy. Back then, he had come to look at trees as the principal…
Coach
I didn’t want to call it daycare for the adults. First of all because it was at night and misnomers really ruffle my feathers. And second because it sounds childish, which it isn’t. I settled on coaching. Reasonable adults get coaching for all kinds of…
nonfiction
From Scientist to Stroke Survivor : Life Redacted
Her first experience was a penetrating itch. This sensation was layered on top of blistering pain shooting from her right head into her eye. It was not the kind of feeling diminished by vigorous scratching, as is the case following a bug bite. Hers was…
Downtime
I’m old now. It’s been many years since I first realized I was not like other people. That realization was rather shocking since we are raised to believe that everyone is pretty much the same, we’re cut from the same cloth, and we see the…
poetry
reviews
Book Review: “Cleaving the Clouds”
Margaret Anne Kean’s chapbook, Cleaving the Clouds, is a record-keeping, an elegy, and a deep investigation of grief written in response to the loss of her parents, who passed away within a span of 27 days during the COVID pandemic. At the start, the poems…