REVIEW: Begat Who Begat Who Begat by Marcus Pactor
byShort Fiction. 116 pgs. Astrophil Press. November 2021. 9780998019963. A text is a text and we’d be best to remember that. Words mean something. They are weapons. It’s our responsibility…
Short Fiction. 116 pgs. Astrophil Press. November 2021. 9780998019963. A text is a text and we’d be best to remember that. Words mean something. They are weapons. It’s our responsibility…
Fiction. 400 pgs. Vintage. May 2022. 9780593315224. What if Albert Camus wrote The Stranger in the mid-2000s but wanted the humming engine of it all to be the absurdity of…
Short Fiction. 222 pgs. McSweeney’s. October 2021. 9781952119293. As international news coverage paints its own picture of Pakistan filled with political unrest, author Farah Ali honors her homeland by stepping…
Short Fiction. 96 pgs. Texas A&M University Press. October 2022. 978-1-62288-932-7. Disclaimer: The opening story of True Fiction appears in our book 15 Views of Jacksonville and the manuscript was…
Novel. 190 pgs. American Buffalo Books. November 2022. 9780578394015. We’re wrestling. We’re listing to CDs. We’re building a fence. Sorry, Fence. We’re raising Billy. Year of the Buffalo is a…
Flash Fiction. 79 pgs. Alien Buddha Press. August 2022. 9798844456459. In her flash fiction collection Baby is a Thing Best Whispered (Alien Buddha Press), author Keely O’Shaughnessy assembles a series…
Poetry. 116 pgs. Wave Books. October 2022. 9781950268658. Rebecca Wolff’s stunning new collection, Slight Return, (forthcoming from Wave Books), attacks culture with a sharp knife of fragmented lines and lucid…
Fiction. 192 pgs. Dzanc Books. February 2022. 9781950539390. Disclaimer: Bridge Eight published “Y’Idiot” – featured in Shadowselves – you can read it here. My daughter started walking this week. At…
Poetry. 73 pgs. University of Akron Press. March 2022. I have always felt sorry for the Iliad’s unsparing treatment of Paris. Saddled with the burden of divine Judgement; scorned and…
Poetry. 94 pgs. Driftwood. July 2022. Poetry is dangerous. It disrupts the order of things and burrows under society’s collective skin, an itch it can’t scratch without removing the wound…