Prose and Poetry at the University of Chicago
Salvatore Difalco is a much-published author from Toronto. “The Teeth,” collected in his recent Minotaur and Other Stories, was first published in the Winter 2018 issue of Euphony Journal. Minotaur and Other Stories is a slow read in the best possible way. Yes, these are meditative, brooding stories (though there are a few page-turners mixed […]
Read More REVIEW: Minotaur and Other Stories by Salvatore DifalcoMartin Ott is a writer from Los Angeles. In April of 2014, Euphony Journal published “Fireside Chat,” a collaborative poem between Ott and John F. Buckley, online. Fake News Poems is Ott’s eighth book. The concept that underpins Martin Ott’s Fake News Poems is compelling, of course: for every week of 2017, Ott took a […]
Read More REVIEW: Fake News Poems by Martin OttThe Night We Set The Dead Kid On Fire by Ephraim Scott Sommers Tebot Bach Press, February 2017 Review by Miles White Ephraim Scott Sommers is a poet and musician from Orlando, by way of Atascadero and Kalamazoo. The Night We Set the Dead Kid on Fire is his first collection of poetry. “Water Body,” […]
Read More REVIEW: The Night We Set The Dead Kid On Fire by Ephraim Scott SommersOne night, I dreamt a mouthful of broken teeth,
Jagged, inescapable ruins, salt white like the desert,
Wet like the jungle’s crawling underbrush.
The next, the faces of every clock smashed,
Hands palm up on the floor […]
I wanted to write of things seen new,
not screaming hate on deafened ears,
not watch-words or double-speak imbued
with harsher tones, forgotten […]
A being formed/not formed yet
into anything more than an orb
in a photo on our refrigerator—and this
pulsation will one day break
through embryonic sac, her skull […]
A lawn of fallen leaves
glints like the Bronze Age.
Shadows carve the dark
out of their own
likeness, […]
Jackie! Here’s to you, girl!
To your Voice
Once so stifled, so
Afraid of its own sound
Never saying, “No, no. […]
In kitchens the women
read Revelations,
lean toward black electric fans.
A screen door slams. Out back,
damp slips hang limp from […]
I hope you don’t mind that I’m holding your hand, dear sister-in-law,
I don’t want to hurt you. But these knuckles, I’d know them anywhere.
For such a delicate woman, your knuckles were always so wide, large, bony bumps.
The only large thing about you. I think this is the first time I’ve touched them. […]
