There are old subway tickets taped to my refrigerator. One still holds three trips’ fare left over from a visit with you. I think of all the time holed up there, all that steeled thundering I will never hear in the minutes between stops. In the window above the sink, the sky darkens, sparks, offers a dry, wandering cough. The kitchen feels like a room…
Fall 2014 Call for Submissions
Dear friends, Portland Review is now open for submissions. Our submission period for our upcoming Fall 2014 issue spans from Aug. 1st to Sept. 1st. We are looking for well-crafted fiction, nonfiction, poetry, art, and blends of these to publish in our print issue and on the web. Accepted authors and artists receive one free issue, discounts on additional copies, and our unending gratitude. As usual,…
A Loving Sister, A Fighter
A review of Inga Muscio’s Autobiography of a Blue-Eyed Devil: My Life and Times in a Racist, Imperialist Society. Kathi Acker’s, \”I was unspeakable, so I ran into the language of others,\” takes on new meaning when I think about stealing, borrowing, and remaking into my own what this author has put forth. Now that Blue-Eyed Devil has been reprinted for us to pass down to our children and adolescents, who I believe to be the true target audience for her urgent and ironic voice, Inga is planning on taking our breath away by writing fiction.
Spring 2014 Issue Launch Reading
On Friday, June 13th from 5 – 7 pm we will be celebrating the launch of our Spring 2014 issue with a reading at Glyph Cafe & Arts Space. Come join us for another fantastic night of words! Spectacular wordsmiths who will be reading their work include: Robert Duncan Gray Joanna Rose Sophia Pfaff Shamilyev Magdalen Powers Robert Lashley When: Friday, June 13th, 5 –…
Harvestflies
I watched as my younger sister Gertie reached out to grab the cicada. I can see it now, plain as day, the copper-veined wings, the devil-red eyes. It was sitting on the woodpile against the side of our house. I was standing right at her shoulder when it happened. It was my idea to catch the cicada in the first place. Neither of us had…