Poetry: “Fishing for Winter King Salmon,” by Tina M. Johnson

Night squalls spit snow into the air.
Wolf moon breaks winter’s smoky choke
as pines along the island flare
beneath hibernal whitewashed cloaks….

Prose: “The Letter,” by Colby Galliher

Eleanor snapped the Kit Kat bar in two. She placed one half on the side of her white tea setting. The other half she handed to her husband Mitchell, who sat across from her at the rectangular kitchen table. The lights in their small house were on and the kitchen was warm. Fragile curls of […]

Poetry: “In Houston, It Is Impossible Not to Consider Traffic,” by Glenn Shaheen

I do my best, I make it to the six
square feet in the middle of the city
park where you cannot see or hear cars.
Eyes dimmening, my eyes are failing, I’m
only eligible for a surgery I’m not…

Prose: “Hong Kong, a Love Story,” by Mel Christie

KOWLOON, FEBRUARY 1988

I’m a-walking down Nathan Road with a strut in my legs like I’m dancing, crowds thick as steam off the paving, cars pressed cheek to cheek and blowing fury, shop sign neons stretching,

Poetry: “La-Te-DA,” by William Heath

In Key West we go to the La-Te-Da
evenings after dinner, sip prosecco splits,
dance to live singers of varying merit,

Poetry: “Fire Season,” by Tina Johnson

For Georgia

After her LA neighborhood ticked
down to evening cool, my grandmother
tended the roses. Holding back the thorns

Prose: “If Leaving Me Is Easy,” by Mike Gosalia

Me: Hey, I didn’t get the proofreading job.
Clara: Oh, I’m sorry, Bert. Keep applying, okay?
Me: Yeah, thanks. I got another interview for a college admissions essay editor. It’s in a week and a half. It’s also remote, but this one’s full-time, at least for a while…

Poetry: “April 14th One Week After Week One,” by Terry Trowbridge

Ten minutes ago lightning struck Lake Ontario.
The bolt edged the crown of a neighbour’s birch tree
then craned a hard vertical plunge over the shore cliff.

The starlings, dug into their cliffside holes,

Prose: “I Live Under My Boyfriend’s Bed,” by Meredith Riggs

I live under my boyfriend’s bed. It’s not the most ideal living arrangement. He thought it would be the most cost effective way for us to live together and still have our own personal space since Chicago has been getting more expensive lately. We’re both in law school and neither of us wanted to take […]

Spring 2026 Prose Contest: TRANSFORMATIONS

Euphony is hosting our annual spring prose contest, and the theme this year is “transformations”! We want your magical realism, your coming-of-age, your breakups, your werewolves—interpret the prompt however you want! Submit to euphonyjournal@gmail.com with the subject “PROSE CONTEST: TRANSFORMATIONS” by March 27. Find details below.