- Follow Eunoia Review on WordPress.com
Follow us on TwitterMy 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 30 July 2018.
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?
- Confronting Our Nature
- Regrets of the Hungry
- Turn-off to the Predator
- Why the grass shivers
- A CRISIS OF FAITH? INCREASING NUMBERS OF MILLENNIALS IDENTIFY AS “SPIRITUAL BUT NOT RELIGIOUS” OR “UNAFFILIATED”!
- THIS ONE EASY KEYBOARD SHORTCUT WILL CHANGE YOUR LIFE!
- DNA TESTING HAS NEVER BEEN MORE POPULAR! GET YOUR IN-HOME KIT TODAY.
- THE WORD OF THE YEAR IS AN EMOJI! THIS IS UNPRECEDENTED!
- ADD YOUR NAME TO THIS PETITION TO STOP ILLEGAL POACHING.
Tag Archives: Michael Meyerhofer
The girls at the swimming pool, sudden goddesses in bathing suits, seemingly deified overnight then dressed but barely covered to us, full of mystery, their bodies just learning to curve, to giggle, to capture our fascination as we forget all … Continue reading
I stayed inside today but had I gone out I might have written poems about blowing leaves or neighbors running through sprinklers or perhaps a line or two about the cardinal who landed briefly on my fence post then rose … Continue reading
I almost cry to think of it now— the summer ending, alone with you in the backyard, finishing the bucket of chicken from KFC which you loved even though you’re a vegetarian now, the two of us sitting, still a … Continue reading
In my basement gym, an insect long as my thumb, brown and gold, with many legs and feelers fore and aft—long bending appendages like bones from the wings of birds. Halfway through my workout, I notice him on the floor, … Continue reading
One of the secretaries is talking about her dead mother today. How she dreams of her, and in the dream she asks her to stay awhile because she knows when she wakes up her mother will be gone. I’m glad, … Continue reading
Once, from Iceland to Wales people believed that the soul rose from the corpse as a tiny tongue of flame— blue for children, yellow for adults, sometimes in groups foretelling how many deaths and funerals were to come. As in … Continue reading