On Monday, Brad came home from work humming to himself, but at the path to his door, the hum drained to silence. The sun was low and weak, the sky thinly washed in purple, making the picture …
A few months before my breakdown I sat down across from Alex in the library. Senior year. I was skipping gym; she was in a study period, studying.
“Hey Dyke,” I said. “How’s being gay so far?”…
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Table of Contents
Homecoming D.G. Geis
3 Poems Darren Demaree
The Fortune Cookie Richard Jones
It is the quiet that wakes me. I rise with the sense that something unplaceable has changed. Unsure of the time, I peek under the curtains. Morning sun glints white off pre-Federation chimneys and corrugated iron roofs.
We’re so excited to have been asked by The Review Review to talk a bit about the mission of our journal and also what really gets our attention in submissions. There are some valuable do’s and don’t’s over there, as …