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Once there was an ocean here with the name of an ancient body. See the markings on the stone walls and imagine its fullness. Now only a lake remains that one day shall be a vast memory. My doctor reports that tests reveal I am dry as the moonâs craters. Living where things evaporate just […]
Read More “Report from Salt Lake City” by Stephen RuffusA piece previously posted on our website titled “Renovation” by John Kucera has been removed. It has been brought to our attention that this piece was plagiarized and submitted under a false name. We urge other journals to be wary of submissions from an author by the name of John Kucera. We sincerely apologize to […]
Read More statement regarding “renovation”Keep a few LPs on a shelf in a closet your favorite groups your favorite teenage afternoons with headphones singing so everyone in the house but you can hear. Save them so you can once in a while slip one for its jacket palm hold it by the edges like a childâs face blow the […]
Read More “Keep a Few LPs” by John WalserAs light as lonely swaying emptiness, buoying weightlessness all chantlike afloat, the one and only apt appendage, That floats in principle taut right above all the depressed states, revelling in movement for movementâs sake, Oneâs wildest thoughts and tight-locked bottled up emotions all slide across and dock like dulcet song in glorious homecoming Quite like […]
Read More “Reckon Rigorously All!” by Saloni KaulThe face in the cloud speaks to me. âI see you down there, grinding away. I prefer floating. I prefer drenching.â O Spring, the imagination runs wild! A fine line separates fancy and insanity, like I donât know. Now it fucking rains. The face in the cloud, darker now, chides me for forgetting my umbrella. […]
Read More “Blue-Sky Thinking” by Salvatore DifalcoI sprinkle a plastic cup of salt on the icy, ribboned, lacey, slippery sidewalk. Cold prickles my face. Ice crackles, like laughter and small talk at a gathering party. Then, the sun appears. Pink salt crystals, dissolve, invisible, except on the toe of my left bootâa white streak over the scuffed brown leather. I want […]
Read More “Crackle” by Joshua WetjenEuphony is hosting our annual spring prose contest, and the theme this year is LOVE! We want your love stories, your heartbreak, your meet-cutes. Any flavor of love story, we want it! Unsure if it counts as a love story? Submit it anyway! Submit to euphonyjournal@gmail.com with the subject PROSE CONTEST: LOVE STORIES by February 24th. Theme: Love Prize: $20 and […]
Read More Spring prose contest ’24: love stories!At any one time there are scores of houses in the Grosse Pointe area that sit empty, serving time as silent citadels of the neighborhood. Theyâre owned by family estates whose administrators diligently pay the taxes and heating expenses year after year. They never dream of putting the property up for sale and risk having […]
Read More Prose: “Interloper From Another Neighborhood” by Douglas StewardThe sugar maples survived the taps
their viscous blood dripping into galvanized pails […]
The rest of the coffee
was disturbed by nightmares, […]
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