It’s issue 14 of The Brasilia Review.
Johnston: Our first whiskey review is a masterpiece of punchy, funny, authoritative prose.
Mattie: Contains a textbook example of a Bloomian trope. Marvelous.
Peterson: Pulls concise, fine imagery from the present setting to spark unease for the future.
Renee: How you get down the unable-to-be-thought, originally.
Sakshi: Its form allows a plumbing of its theme more deeply than a simple presentation.
T.S.A.D.: The anxiety of influence reacts jubilantly. Perfect, gnostically.
Our next issue will be in July 2016. Submissions are open!
Fiction
Describe the color red to a blind woman by B. Chris Renee
“It is the volume of your voice hitting heaven’s gates when you beg to let it go.”
Non-Fiction
Hell-Cat Maggie Irish Whiskey by Joseph Johnston
“It smells like a little bit like a hangover and a lot bit like an ad agency.”
Poetry
Snow Birds by Heidi Mattie
“we only live here / in the coolest part of the year”
when we speak by Jacob Levi Peterson
“pulling emotion from the descriptions you turn loose”
stranger by Sakshi
“i crave you, you crave me [baby]”
Sonnet to Philip K. Dick by T.S.A.D.
“Kandinskies, all that stuff, / flew flashing past my eyes”