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Summer 2018
HEATHER ALTFELD, MARY-KIM ARNOLD, MARVIN BELL, JONATHAN BLUNK, RALPH BURNS, STEPHEN COREY, STEPHEN DUNN, JULIA ELLIOTT, HELENA FEDER, ALICE FRIMAN, A. JOACHIM GLAGE, JEREMY ALLAN HAWKINS, SINA KIAN, MOIRA LINEHAN, LEE MARTIN, SHANAE AURORA MARTÍNEZ, SEBASTIAN MATTHEWS, CHRISTOPHER MERRILL, EMILY MYRICK, KENT NELSON, DAVID OATES, ED PAVLIĆ, SAMUEL PICKERING, KEITH RATZLAFF, JAMES RESTON JR., SUSAN SHAW SAILER, MAURYA SIMON, BRIAN SWANN, MAUREEN THORNTON, EMILY TUSZYNSKA, JULIE MARIE WADE, JAMES WARNER, & ART BY DUSTIN YELLIN
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The Georgia Review is open for submissions | August 15, 2018
Give us your poems, your stories,
your personal, political, or lyrical essays longing to be read
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The Novelist’s Event: Fact, Fiction, and a Writer’s Search for a Universal Subject
On November 18, 1978, an event unique in human history took place. In a remote region of Guyana, an elemental, disintegrating country just above the equator in South America, . . .
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Hellion
“Y’all put that gator right back where you found him or I’ll pepper your asses with 177s.”
I aimed my Daisy right at Butch, the more chicken-shit of the pair. . . .
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The Stork and the Fires
No one knew when the stork had arrived. At first, it stood on the pier, its back to the town, looking out at the horizon; it appeared to be consumed or at least distracted by the sea from which it came. . . .
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Afternoon Sun at the End of Summer
The children wade naked and thigh-deep
in stone-colored water. They duck under
and come up flinging drops from their hair.
Wind raises gooseflesh on their arms. . . .
