LEON Literary Review

"...Georgia Jamaica had been his faith for nearly a decade nonstop, his crescent moon and stars. Much like the art of boxing, she destroyed him every time he saw her, only to rebuild him.." "Shotgun — Jr. Walker & The All-Stars (1965)" N. Jamiyla Chisholm leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-n-jam…

@AFB16 @sho_journal Happy Birthday Allison :)

I turned 39 yesterday 🙃 I also received an acceptance from @sho_journal for two poems! 💕

If you haven't already, please check out the truly outstanding fiction in our special issue, showcasing the writers of Kimbilio! With an introduction by Board Chair David Haynes! kimbilio.com leonliteraryreview.com

@Wigleaf @happymil_ Wow!!

new new: "I Am Eating Bread and Crying on the Floor," by Cathy Ulrich: wigleaf.com

"Patsy threw the first punch. It took Betty by surprise, and she fell on one knee. Patsy was about to kick Betty when Rhonda came from behind and pulled Patsy’s fake ponytail and ran towards the basketball court..." fr "Betty in Trouble: " by Debra Stone leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-debra…

"I woke with a start, clutching Uncle Morris’s body like to protect it. I hadn’t been outside since the whitemen dragged me into the cave. The cool air blowing in and the blackness at the opening..." from "Uncle Morris’s Body" by Camille F. Forbes leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-camil…

@JoseHernandezDz Sending good thoughts your way, Jose

Had to cancel my AWP trip for reasons I won’t get into right now.. hope everyone has a great conference.. see you next time…

"...Shutting the door hard, she listened for the bolt to click into place. For a moment, it was like the knock never happened. The silence returned. Neat, heavy. But it felt wrong this time..." from "15D" by Victoria Palmer leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-victo…

"Steam is rising off the shores of Limbe as the surf rushes forward. The beach is in an uproar, which is a surprise to me, because I was told it isn’t tourist season. The early morning fishermen are yelling and pointing..." from "Komba" by Jason Harris leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-jason…

"Steam is rising off the shores of Limbe as the surf rushes forward. The beach is in an uproar, which is a surprise to me, because I was told it isn’t tourist season. The early morning fishermen are yelling and pointing..." from "Komba" by Jason Harris leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-jason…

"It was often like that on the island; talking to one was talking to all. Indeed, held aloft on the white-shirted shoulders of six men in flowing robes and matching turbans was balanced a silvery blue casket..." from "Digging Two Graves" by Denise Laidler leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-denis…

"...Winter is the only season in that part of the country, so he looked forward to parking his car inside. Except there was a dream in there. A big one. Nestled as comfortable as swallows under the eaves..." fr "Where Dreams Go" by Mary McLaughlin Slechta leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-mary-…

"The thought of souls in a tree filled me with more wonder than dread. It seemed farther away than before but when I got to it, breathing heavily, I put out my hands. I touched the bark with my palms... from "The Silk Cotton Tree " by Wandeka Gayle leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-wande…

"Something has been nagging her all morning, something just beyond her clear knowing, something almost imperceptible, like dissipating smoke or a shift in temperature" fr "The Visitation (Chapter 2 from “Of Mothers & Daughters”)" by Dahlma Llanos-Figueroa leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-dahlm…

"You remember exiting JFK from Kingston into your first snow at 10 years old, and you remember that no matter how thick your coats got every winter, you still felt emotionally ill-equipped for Brooklyn’s coldness..." from "Balance" by Leesa Fenderson leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-leesa…

If you haven’t read these amazing Kimbilio Writers do yourself a favor and check them out today! With a fantastic intro and interview with Kimbilio Board Chair David Haynes! leonliteraryreview.com

"She stared at the wide miles of carpeted hallway that led, she knew, to more carpeted hallways, to escalators and conference rooms and throngs of people talking about writing. The baby kicked her bladder. ..." from "Not Today" by Shinelle L. Espaillat leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-shine…

"There are ways in which I think I can shut the door on your existence. I do not choose those. I am the snake, charmed by the melody of your admitted wrongs when all I have known is silence..." from "How I Love My Neighbor" by Tara Baldridge leonliteraryreview.com/issue-34-tara-…

We're so proud to start the new year with this amazing group of writers!