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

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.

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 20 March 27. Find details below. Theme: Transformations What does the theme mean?: You can interpret our theme in any […]

Prose: “Plastic Memories,” by Daniel Clausen

Dave Sutton had been in Nagasaki a little over two months when his Japanese teacher finally invited him over for dinner. Dave had been getting ten to twenty minutes of extra conversation practice during lunch time with him after his morning classes every school day. Slowly they had built a rapport. Dave was in Nagasaki […]

Poetry: “Close,” by Tor Strand

Since we looked at each other and couldn’t
make much of anything.

How are we ever supposed to
with hands unable to hold more than

Prose: “Death Cannot Part Them,” by Maiah Jezek

“Death Cannot Part Them” is the winner of Euphony‘s 2025 prose contest, which has a theme of “Endings.” Ellis shook herself from her tangled bed sheets and rushed to snatch the shrill telephone from its hook. It had been ringing nonstop all morning; savagely disrupting the precious few hours of sleep she’d managed. The only […]

Poetry: “Who is calling?” by Johnny Elder

One night, a cold night, he drove through the dark, investigating the convenience of a plain of
no rocks or cavities, of the mildest undulations, the gentlest of seas, for this was an oceanic

Poetry: “Saturday Evenings,” by Peter Cashorali

On Saturday evenings time ends but we keep going.
The furniture runs out and the empty rooms go on without it.
Not empty– full of sadness and weird pain, appetites that don’t know what they want but insist that it’s something.