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Euphony’s annual Spring Prose Contest is here, and we want your monsters and mermaids and myths! Submit short fiction that adapts or retells a myth or fairy tale for the chance to win $20 and be published in Euphony’s Spring 2023 issue! Deadline: February 17th, 2023 Format: Prose, 12 pages or less (in 12pt double spaced […]
Read More Spring Contest: Monsters and Mermaids and Myths, Oh My!At the gate, bottles with cut lips. Crypts of grass cuttings. Moth wings. Stationary […]
Read More POETRY: “Lotería” by Philip KobylarzI thought I heard some tough young redwoods
trying to get the ancients’ attention
but the elder trees are not interested in prattle, […]
I’d like to know the
Funny thing in your ribs. […]
I can tell you about the student learning
by holding a bag of beans in her palm
in order to feel the weight of the notes […]
At first my eyes said
a kite hovering a hundred feet above
but there was no thread attached,
no child anchored in sand, arms outstretched,
countering the coastal gale. […]
Deities sat perched on temple parapets,
concrete birds gleaming in the Georgia sun. […]
After 20 years, Benjamin Wheeler was just another person I didn’t talk to anymore, never mind why; when a friendship is that far in the rearview, a falling out and a quiet fizzle are both specks on the horizon. Human-interest stories don’t interest me, so I don’t know why I read the article on the “Collection […]
Read More PROSE: “Collect” by Richard Charles SchaeferCamp Dogwood serves the kids ice cream for breakfast. Strawberry, Chocolate, or Vanilla. Your choice. While they were supervising their kids, Scout (counselors are not allowed real names at camp to avoid there being 16 Sarahs) elbows Bucket (actually named Sarah) and points rather obviously at Salt (Jax) being escorted out of the office at […]
Read More Prose: “Salt” by Campbell Sharpe“All right Girl Scouts, lineup!” Robbie calls the patrols to attention. Here, he is The Law. He commands twenty boys, and they listen. Lineup he shouts, and they fall into three perfect lines. The all-powerful Senior Patrol Leader. These aren’t Cub Scout meetings, where parents bring cookies and juice boxes for the kiddies. Parents who […]
Read More Prose: “Asses Up” by Jonathan Green
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