The Winter 2009 Issue is here!
The Winter 2009 issue is now posted online and will be available around campus this week. We hope you enjoy it.
Read More The Winter 2009 Issue is here!UChicago's Oldest Literary Magazine
The Winter 2009 issue is now posted online and will be available around campus this week. We hope you enjoy it.
Read More The Winter 2009 Issue is here!At first, when sounds were shifting, (although the moves were noiseless) by unresisted drifting we voiced what should be voiceless and though your moves were noiseless, still I was moved, the cause your voice. No longer voiceless, we broke the ancient laws, moved by a modern cause to mock a classic notion. We broke the […]
Read More Poetry: “Romance Language” by Maryann CorbettThis week’s Winter 2009 sneak preview: “Appreciation in G-Major,” a poem by John Hart.
Read More Sneak Preview: “Appreciation in G-Major” by John Hart“I see a black light.” – Composer Joseph Haydn’s last words – and he had never seen a lava lamp. Word went around Madison that summer of 1970 that something “heavy” was “coming down.” Already, the New Year’s Gang, a local terror cell of SDS Weather Underground, had bombed both locations of campus ROTC and […]
Read More Non-Fiction: “Army Math: Bringing it all Back Home” by Sam MillsOur Winter 2009 page now has a great humorous short story, one of three that’ll be appearing in our upcoming issue.
Read More Sneak Preview: “Breakfast at the All-Nude Revue” by Ingrid SatelmajerWe know you’ve all been waiting for the Winter 2009 issue — and it’s almost here, we promise. In the meantime, check out our sneak previews of the latest poetry and prose from Euphony. First up: “Truck Noises,” a poem by the runner-up in last spring’s uchicagospeak poetry reading contest.
Read More Sneak Preview: “Truck Noises” by Charles UmeanoThis one goes out to anyone who’s ever looked up and found themselves alone on the bus. Birds and frogs are perversions of each other, each in perfection exactly what the other isn’t in its itty-bitty bones. Would they, the riders who left you alone like that, without even saying goodbye, without so much as […]
Read More Poetry: Velásquez Bone by Kenny WilliamsLucy believes—the way she trusts gravity, getting old, being lonely—that she does not matter in this world. If she could talk to me, writing her, she could not form the words to ask for help, because she does not grasp the lie at the center of her Self. I want so much to save Lucy, but I don’t know how.
Read More Fiction: Out of Love by Randall Brown