- Follow Eunoia Review on WordPress.com
Eunoia Review publishes on a twice-daily basis. We currently have work scheduled for publication until 17 July 2023.
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?
- 1,360,291 views
Join 18,736 other subscribers
- How to Return eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2023/02/05/how… 1 hour ago
- The end of winter brings change: eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2023/02/05/the… 13 hours ago
- RT @TheBitchinK: #FF It’s Elmo’s Birthday! To celebrate, and give some ❤️ and a follow to these members of the lit community beginning with… 16 hours ago
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
This is where we went wrong: that first day, eons back, after humans draped in hair or animal skins with sharp yellow teeth and filthy fingernails, at last found a plant they could eat and wondered what lay beneath it. … Continue reading
“A poet looks at the world as a man looks at a woman.” —Wallace Stevens With each day, I feel more the weight of what must be said. The sentences no poem has touched. The joy and strife buried in … Continue reading