Precocious Slow

An excerpt… My mother made love to her mirror, twice a day, morning and evening, every day of her life. Before bedtime, this involved the soft, slow strokes of her fingertips across her face and neck, always caressing upwards in a circular motion that stimulated the nerves and capillaries. “Gravity is a thing to fight,” she said. “Early and without mercy.” My mother attacked aging…

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Winter 2013 Call For Submissions

Attention Poets! Artists! Writers! Portland Review is now reading for our Winter 2013 issue. This issue will focus primarily on poetry, artwork, flash-fiction, and flash nonfiction fitting the theme of “honoring the past.” This will be our feature issue for both poetry and artwork. We’re hoping to additionally run a series of broadsides showcasing some of this work. While the central focus of the issue…

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