POETRY: “THE STACK” by Michael Salcman

I apologize for not reading the stack of books
you’ve sent me,
those wet stories of a West Virginia childhood
with nighttime drives around cliffs […]

Poetry: “Yesterday,” by Abie Irabor

we neighborhood kids flooded the sidewalk
waiting for the ice cream truck to sing its tunes.

Jelly sandals melted into the concrete while jean skorts
and tank tops colored the bleakness of the apartment block. […]

Poetry: “SUNFLOWERS AND YELLOW LILIES” by Emily Hyland

We finally talk, palm tree humid balm doesn’t
wilt the rules. This rehab center is strict.

Review: Housekeeping by Marilynne Robinson

Many different family members enter her life to care for her, including her grandmother, her great-aunts, and eventually, one of the main supporting characters, her aunt Sylvie. Just as importantly, it is the family members who are not present in the story that loom larger in Ruth’s life rather than the ones who take care of her. […]

Spring Contest: Strange Worlds

Euphony is looking for new worlds! Submit short fiction which presents a compelling and unusual world for a chance to win $20 and to be published in Euphony’s Spring 2022 issue!

Prose: “Deidre” by Heather Rutherford

The bottle of Jameson shattered into fine green needles and sprayed across the Connellys’ white kitchen floor. Conversations went so quiet that Thomas’s whispered “shit” could be heard across the room. […]

Prose: “Welterweight” by Nick Avalos

Owen stood in the boxing ring in the back of Bichelmayer’s Meat Market, using the edge of a turnbuckle to press the swollen flesh away from his eye. Breath came ragged through his teeth and exhalation whistled through a crack in his nose. His hearing, gone, blasted by the cacophony of the crowd. […]

PROSE: “The Cut” by Hannah Wilson-Black

Oh no. Oh no.
How did she forget about this?
Yes, the Cape Cod Bryerson Family Reunion Weekend always sneaks up on you like a cardigan-wearing endangered leopard, but this time, when it’s really important, she forgets? […]

Prose: “It’s later than you think” By June Villers

In the moments before he fell asleep with his foot on the gas, driving a tractor-trailer with no trailer, sometime in late July, 2001, and thirty-four miles from his exit on the I-98, Dea came to think about a time just after his infancy, when he’d visited his great aunt’s farm. […]

Poetry: “ALONG THE RUSSIAN RIVER, LATE MARRIAGE” by Julia Chiapella

The silence a crushed space, you stood, cast
eyes to rocky ground beneath you. Fingers

in pockets a familiar anchor—you twisted,
bent, found the smooth, flat stone, considered […]