Hello and welcome to the 12th issue of The Brasilia Review. As Winter approaches and the desert season begins, we offer a dome-sized humidifier of fine literature to aerate your lungs.
In this issue, Royee Zvi Atadgy sees into the thoughts of two Israeli soldiers transporting a long-dead man. Tor Falcon describes a natural lane where men have walked for centuries. Justin Porter illuminates the present with an accurate, adamant eye.
Lana Bella merges sunlight and sound. Holly Day dissects the human form. Charley Foster fights the war of our existence. David Jibson goes beyond what art portrays. Fran Lock, rather than defending her beliefs, creeps into The Other’s point of view, which sadly can sometimes be our own. Christopher Mulrooney dances between what’s textbook and reality. And Christopher Schaeffer somehow unspools decades of input in the mind.
The Brasilia Review is notes and staves that anyone can play.
Little Dreams in a Humvee by Royee Zvi Atadgy
“…when he woke up, his pants were dry and full of smashed mosquitoes and blood.”
To Pierce the Clouds by Justin Porter
“…peace was good for the soul but hard on the belly.”
Procession Lane by Tor Falcon
“Its Green Men are adrift on their isolated path…”
The House on Red Brick Road by Lana Bella
“sloping down the eaves-stacked water reeds’ lines”
“…and mourns the loss of its skin”
Jesus Is the Lord of Quantum Mechanics by Charley Foster
“Each year, the McRib makes a brief visit to Earth”
Flemish Painters by David Jibson
“when the fruit has gone to rot”
111th- But you, being poor by Fran Lock
“you do not doff / your quaint morals like a cloth cap, baby”
rapscallion by Christopher Mulrooney
“they say in the samba centers what do they say”
Is Justified Over Yet: Or: The Ballad of E.B. Farnum by Christopher Schaeffer
“briefly coinhabit a slender little knife of space before / the cars explode…”