A brief review of a wonderful new journal I just discovered.
One — which shall remain nameless — is pretty well known, includes work from some big names you’ve probably heard of, and includes some mildly snarky, clever, self-aware, and affected stories, poems, and essays. In short, it’s the kind of journal that all the hip kids publish in, but one that leaves me a little cold.
The other journal was The ConiumReview, and it’s everything the first journal isn’t. Though I did recognize one of the names (Howie Good), the rest were all completely new to me, and their work was spectacular. Indeed, paging through the journal was like stumbling upon a treasure trove of works by up and coming writers.
Admittedly, some of the works are odd, albeit in an endearing way. In one piece of flash fiction, for example, a young man dreams of eating…
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