The rain was falling so hard that if it didn’t hit you on the way down, it bounced high enough to hit you from the ground. These were the kind of afternoons Sara liked best. When all the stores closed and everyone hid inside their houses, or, when the tornado sirens go off, as they…
I always identify as student first, and anything else second, though I know this identity will someday end. I read this poem as a fresh Intern here at the Apeiron Review in July of 2015. As I read through all these serious poems that tugged at my heartstrings and made me think about bigger issues outside myself –…
Once a year at the beginning of October, literary chaos in the form of vendors, publishing houses, entrepreneurial writers and slam poets make their way to Collingswood, NJ for a day of writing, reading and book selling. The last two years, rain has plagued the festival but has never fully managed to stop the excitement….
In our most recent issue of Apeiron Review, we featured the short story “The Cat and The Tree” by Andréa J. Onstad. The story reads like a fairy tale or bedtime story. Though the work features heavy elements of tragedy, the story is told with an almost motherly sense of care and reassurance, making this…
Sally Zakariya blew me away this evening. So easy to talk to, we found ourselves on several tangents on topics such as love, career, and each other’s experiences. “A Brief History of Attraction” can be found in Issue 9 of The Apeiron Review. This poem, which reads more like a short poem about life than…
When I stopped reading fiction it was not so much a diet as it was an accident. I realized only after two weeks that the “currently reading” pile of books next to my bed were all nonfiction, career oriented tomes with heeled women and posing business men on the covers. Though I did not make…
Cheryl Smart, author of “Red Dresses” from Issue 9 of Apeiron Review, is the nonfiction editor of the University of Memphis’ The Pinch. “Red Dresses” snagged my attention from beginning to end, and I found myself thinking that it was too short and just the right length and simply perfect all at once. The timelessness of…
Admittedly, the title of this post is a bit dramatic, especially in the Vonnegut sense since I am not about to inform you of someone’s demise. It is still an apt phrase, though. The “it” of the sentence is Apeiron and it certainly goes, or is going. Verbage aside, I’m here to update you with what…
The ambiance in the room is dim and friendly. Regulars greet each other, the bar tender shakes and pours, mixes and presents, the live band plays with the easy familiarity of men who have played together for years (or at least are experienced enough to fake it). My first impression of The Harvest Open Mic,…
If you’re a bookworm and a story junkie like myself, then you know that summer can be the best and worst of times. There is so much more time to read and so much less to do. There is nothing like sitting in the sun, on a beach, reading a good book while feeling the…