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Issue #6 is currently being printed.
We will be shipping in the first couple weeks of August.
It's Time to Get Lit!
PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY.
Congratulations to Keith Demanche for being named an Honorable Mention for The Best Horror of the Year 2009 by Ellen Datlow! (See News for more details)
Congratulations to Chip Cheek for his Pushcart Prize Nomination!
Pushcart Prize nominees selected (see News page for more info).
Congratulations to Amy Kolen for having "Moenkopi Dance" selected as a Notable Essay in The Best American Essays 2009 by series editor Robert Atwan. The essay was first published in Minnetonka Review Issue Two.
"Rock Dust" by Stan Badgett, published in Issue Two appears in The Best Creative Nonfiction, Vol. 3 (W.W. Norton July 2009), available at bookstores and Creative Nonfiction.
"The maiden voyage of the Minnetonka Review
is a ride you must catch." -NewPages.com
Regarding our first issue, Literary Magazine Review wrote:
"Minnetonka Review already has all the features
of a more established literary magazine."
Minnetonka Review seeks out and publishes works of literary merit by both new and established authors. Each issue engages and entertains our readers with the very best fiction, essays, and poems.
Minnetonka Review is headquartered on Lake Minnetonka, which is one of the largest lakes in Minnesota, located just west of the Twin Cities. The lake was first discovered by two children paddling up Minnehaha Creek from Fort Snelling. In 1852, Minnesota's territorial governor, Alexander Ramsey, named the lake after hearing the native Dakota people refer to it as minn-ni-tanka, which means "Great Waters." Soon thereafter, the first hotel was built on its shores and in 1855, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow made the area famous with his epic poem, "The Song of Hiawatha. Minnehaha, the heroine of his poem, was named after the creek that flows from Lake Minnetonka to become a tributary of the Mississippi. Minnehaha is the word for waterfall, or "laughing waters."
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Through the far-resounding forest,
Through the forest vast and vacant
Rang that cry of desolation,
But there came no other answer
Than the echo of his crying,
Than the echo of the woodlands,
"Minnehaha! Minnehaha!"
All day long roved Hiawatha
In that melancholy forest,
Through the shadow of whose thickets,
In the pleasant days of Summer,
Of that ne'er forgotten Summer,
He had brought his young wife homeward
From the land of the Dacotahs;
When the birds sang in the thickets,
And the streamlets laughed and glistened,
And the air was full of fragrance,
And the lovely Laughing Water
Said with voice that did not tremble,
"I will follow you, my husband!"
In the wigwam with Nokomis,
With those gloomy guests that watched her,
With the Famine and the Fever,
She was lying, the Beloved,
She, the dying Minnehaha.
"Hark!" she said; "I hear a rushing,
Hear a roaring and a rushing,
Hear the Falls of Minnehaha
Calling to me from a distance!"
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
an excerpt from
"The Song of Hiawatha"
