It’s energy. It’s intensity. It’s passion. It consumes you. It dissolves, melts, bakes. It’s a fever, or just a blush. It’s a night in a cheap motel, a barefoot walk on hot sand, a complicated meal in a rowhouse kitchen. It’s nuclear fusion or the Senate floor. It’s jalapeno and…
Read more » 0 CommentsWelcome to the first online issue of The Baltimore Review. The response to our call for submissions was overwhelming—and I mean that in a good way. Writers, it was an honor to read your work. If you submitted work and haven’t heard from us, please know that you haven’t been forgotten. We are…
Read more » 0 CommentsThe 2011 contest entries opened doors to many rooms: Living rooms, dying rooms. Waiting rooms, prison rooms. Rooms that ask you to come in, rooms that warn to stay away. Clean rooms, hidden rooms. Bar rooms, back rooms, bare rooms. For me as a writer, as a woman, as a woman and a writer, The Room…
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