- Follow Eunoia Review on WordPress.com
Find us on Facebook
Follow us on Twitter
My Tweets-
Eunoia Review publishes on a daily basis, so it may take some time for your work to appear if there are several contributors scheduled ahead of you. At present, we have work scheduled to be published until 24 July 2017.
Note: Our site is best viewed in Chrome.
-
If you like what you're reading, why not click the buttons to share it with your friends?
Surprise yourself! Click here to read a random post from our archives…
-
Recent Posts
Archives
Categories
- Creative Non-fiction (145)
- Fiction (777)
- Poetry (3,688)
- Reprint (218)
Blog Stats
- 536,848 views
Top Rated
Meta
Category Archives: Fiction
Bleeding Out
About a year after Elizabeth’s book was released, Doug invited me to his parents’ farm. I hadn’t been there since we were kids. We stayed the night and spent much of the morning around the breakfast table. As we were finishing … Continue reading
Holiday
Leaving that morning for vacation, Liz left the keys to her house with Nicole. Her fish needed feeding. In closets, cabinets, and drawers, Nicole’s hands moved slowly, deliberately, with impunity. She found pictures, read letters. Each day she tried on … Continue reading
Grayscale
A month after Mom passed, I went back to the house to pack up. In the corner of her closet, buried under a pile of shoes, was a box within a box. Inside were dozens of aged, black-and-white photos of … Continue reading
Conspirators
I got this typewriter from a man named Busby, at an everything-must-go sale back home. He was old and his magazine had failed years ago and now even the office building had gone under, so he was getting rid of … Continue reading
Mirror Talk
Trent Takashima watched his father through the low-hung window of the Los Angeles-bound Amtrak. The son was unexpected and went unnoticed for the length of the train ride that started in Folsom County. He wore a navy ball cap and … Continue reading
Sushi and You
H- I thought I could survive on sushi and you, but this gas station stuff isn’t Nobu, and payphones cost a couple cents more the farther out you go. You’re not answering yet. There’s a change drawer next to the … Continue reading
Cold Calling
The half-opened bathroom door cast an orange light into the dark hallway. The father, wearing light blue pants and a short-sleeved jacket sporting large breast pockets, barely knocked on the door. The son, recently turned thirteen, swung the door wide … Continue reading
