Prose, Poetry, and Art since 1956
“He flourished the tickets last Saturday…You were stepping out of your slip-ons. The daycare was a mess; the babies had passed around a cold and their whines stuck in your head, like the shadows bodies leave on walls after explosions.”
We never stop feeling the effects of the past in new art from E. Y. Smith, the first piece in a series of four we are excited to share.
“Celebration, vacation, recreation: these escape the mind of a farmer, and an engineer only craves perfection. Stands to reason that my gentleman farmer lives on one long beautiful plain undisturbed by the concept of complementariness…”
Support the literary arts and a local family-owned business by eating pizza! Grab a slice and a drink at Hotlips Pizza PSU on January 30th, 2018, anytime between 5pm to 10pm—10% of all sales will go to the Portland Review. Portland Review editors will also be hanging out, and happy to talk creative writing, editing, and publishing. Click here for details and updates, and to RSVP….
“Kelp-choked cove cants to and fro; / a diseased eye vainly chasing light. I undress; / pluck the / dive mask from the weeping man’s hands; / step off the breakwater and crash through the surface…”