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June 11, 2019October 2, 2021
fiction/flash/flash prose

Jenny and the Squid | by Ariel Chu

She extended one arm towards me, then another. I allowed her ten limbs to encircle me, snake around my ribs, under my arms, between my clothed thighs. I got one glimpse of her pink, rubbery face before her hooked beak caught me. It clamped my mouth so hard I tasted

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Navy Man | Jared McCormack

People described my father as a navy man, distilling his entire life into two words: NAVY. MAN. But I never heard him say those words. To be fair, he didn’t say much

My Great Grandmother’s Ghost Welcomes My Ghost Into the World of the Dead | Rebecca Turkewitz

My dear, I think you’ll make a fine Attic Ghost. You seem

The Prick Garden | Jake Zucker

On the beach just by the power plant, Brett told us about

My Great Grandmother’s Ghost Welcomes My Ghost Into the World of the Dead | Rebecca Turkewitz

March 26, 2022March 26, 2022
fiction/flash/flash prose

My dear, I think you’ll make a fine Attic Ghost. You seem destined for the slow creak of floorboards in a sleeping house. Just imagine: your silhouette framed in the window of

The Prick Garden | Jake Zucker

March 26, 2022March 26, 2022
fiction/flash/flash prose

On the beach just by the power plant, Brett told us about the Prick Garden: “There’s a rabbi,” he said, “just back in the woods. He buries foreskins in his yard. Bris.”

Navy Man | Jared McCormack

March 26, 2022March 24, 2022
flash/flash prose/sonora online

People described my father as a navy man, distilling his entire life into two words: NAVY. MAN. But I never heard him say those words. To be fair, he didn’t say much

Jenny and the Squid | by Ariel Chu

June 11, 2019October 2, 2021
fiction/flash/flash prose

She extended one arm towards me, then another. I allowed her ten limbs to encircle me, snake around my ribs, under my arms, between my clothed thighs. I got one glimpse of

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Sonora Review is among the oldest student-run literary journals in the country, and has been devoted since its founding in 1980 to offering a venue for exciting new and emerging authors, as well as prominent southwestern writers and artists.

In previous issues we have featured work by Aimee Bender, Joy Harjo, and Maggie Nelson, and our editors have included Antonya Nelson, Richard Russo, and David Foster Wallace. Work originally printed in Sonora Review has appeared in Best of the West and Best American Poetry, and has won O. Henry Awards and Pushcart Prizes.
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