1 A kettle of turkey vultures is doing that thing. They soar in one place, black wings widespread, catching the updraft to nowhere, stuck in the blue expanse like freckles on a face. They form…
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Tiny Little Suitcases
You were so nice it jawed my jugular and has yet to let go. Eating ice cream with you makes me suspicious. Your beard has taken up residency in the upper left ventricle of my…
Pictures from Our Fall 2013 Issue Launch Events
Two weeks ago Portland Review had our Fall 2013 issue launch events at Rogue Hall and IPRC. Reading for us at these events were many of the fantastic authors featured in our upcoming issue. The…
Open House
Featured Fiction by Mary Milstead: from Portland Review, Volume 54, No. 2 Louise Melroy was sitting in her green easy chair, leaning back, her slippered feet resting on the ottoman. She had a glass of…
Beaches, Death, and Public Toilets by James Reinebold
Hell is a Venice Beach public restroom. It is dark and covered with the writings of a rambling madman scribbled in neon orange paint. A thick green sludge lives on the floor and can never…