Poetry: “Romance Language” by Maryann Corbett

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 […]

Sneak Preview: “Appreciation in G-Major” by John Hart

This week’s Winter 2009 sneak preview: “Appreciation in G-Major,” a poem by John Hart.

Non-Fiction: “Army Math: Bringing it all Back Home” by Sam Mills

“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 […]

Sneak Preview: “Breakfast at the All-Nude Revue” by Ingrid Satelmajer

Our Winter 2009 page now has a great humorous short story, one of three that’ll be appearing in our upcoming issue.

Sneak Preview: “Truck Noises” by Charles Umeano

We 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.

Poetry: Velásquez Bone by Kenny Williams

This 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 […]

Fiction: Out of Love by Randall Brown

Lucy 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.