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White Monarch by Tamar Telian

in Fiction Flash Fiction Feature on June 10, 2016 April 21, 2025 Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google+ Email

“I went to my first wedding at twenty-one. A former best friend was getting married to her high school sweetheart. I was dreading it…”

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Me and My Friends, We’re Animals by Danny Judge

in Fiction Flash Fiction Feature on June 3, 2016 April 21, 2025 Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google+ Email

Me and my friends, we get it. We get it all and we hate it. We’re not dumb and we’re not naïve. We’re the neo avant garde of fed-up punching bags in Small Town, Nowhere…

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Festival of Lights by Glenn Shaheen

in Fiction Flash Fiction Feature on May 27, 2016 April 21, 2025 Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google+ Email

A house on Oak Street burned down. We took many photos of it going up in flames at lunchtime, and it was only later, after posting the photos online for comments from friends and strangers that we found out it was a murder-suicide…

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Spring 2016 Release Reading

in News on May 21, 2016 April 21, 2025 Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google+ Email

Portland Review celebrates the release of its Spring 2016 issue with readings from featured poetry and prose contributors, plus an exhibition of original works by featured artist Tatyana Ostapenko. June 7th at Literary Arts.

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The Children Can Live Here by Ian Carr

in Poetry on May 12, 2016 April 21, 2025 Share Facebook Twitter Pinterest Google+ Email

I could live in the descending chords of a seventies serenade, / the spacious tawny bars breaking the light into golden bricks. / I would have been at the guitar all day while / you went to your class and gathered flowers in a / clutch of muslin on your way home…

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