Russell Jones is an Edinburgh-based poet, and the deputy editor of Shoreline of Infinity, a Scottish science-fiction magazine. Cocoon can be purchased online here. Around halfway through Cocoon, Russell Jones’s newest collection of poetry, sits “Pioneer,” a conceptual ekphrasis on the plaques currently slipping through space, miles per second, aboard the Pioneer probes. Cocoon as […]Read More REVIEW: Cocoon by Russell Jones
Oisín Breen is a Dublin-born poet, currently living in Edinburgh, where he works as a financial journalist and PhD candidate. Flowers, All Sorts in Blossom, Figs, Berries, and Fruits Forgotten can be purchased online here. Saint Patrick, they say, spoke with Oisín in the final days of the latter’s three hundred years of life. Patrick […]Read More REVIEW: FLOWERS, ALL SORTS IN BLOSSOM, FIGS, BERRIES, AND FRUITS FORGOTTEN BY OISÍN BREEN
Bored in quarantine? Tired of Zoom classes? Write a story in 20 words or fewer for a chance to win $20 in 2020.Read More UChicago Students: 20 for 20 for 20 Flash Fiction Contest
To mark the 50th anniversary of Earth Day, Euphony Journal is holding a climate fiction competition. Submit your climate change-themed prose piece to Euphony by Earth Day, April 22nd for a chance to be published in the 20th anniversary issue of Euphony!Read More Climate Fiction Competition
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And of onerous monarchs with tufted wing,
Amber over chestnut, iced oak, winter’s solace they sing.
Born to languish where their starry sons fly
Born in the very brooks where they are destined to die.
Some explore mesas in sweet […]
I’m a rock.
Well, sometimes I say rock, but other times pebble feels more right.
The point is
I look up and see your flapping […]
Today it feels as if the impulse of checking
My email on my phone has been reduced
To the firing of a single synapse maybe
That is a deadly topography
The matrices of sensation for […]
Alma sleeping beside him, he stared at the ceiling. These days the house was too quiet. Sorrow sat on his chest. Tears flowed from his eyes, soundless as the empty room across the hall. Like going away, to stay, you know, for good… Always daring, all his life he’d taken chances, faced down bullies and […]Read More Prose: “The Grief Response” by Paul García
I’m not the tell-me-your-troubles kind of bartender. I keep to myself. Stand-offish was how one drunk guy put it once — the bar held him up as he slurred through some sob-story about his wife or girlfriend or money — but I don’t know about all that. I just do my job, act as gatekeeper […]Read More Prose: “Practice” by Matthew Fiander