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TBR Spring 26: Grief. Reminiscence. Trauma. Watermelons.
Read the latest issue with authors from around the world.
Collected Works in Contemporary Art and Literature
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Flamingo Lily and The Bag of Popcorn
Two poems meditate on grief, memory, and the strange, tender relics we keep—echoes of those we loved or never knew. “what if this / is all that remains / of…
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Unraveling
Explore desire, betrayal, class tension, and loneliness with sharp intimacy and unflinching honesty. “I’d say I would trade every quake of base pleasure if I knew it would make me…
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Lady Gaia
A soulful, satirical meditation on Earthbound existence, cosmic delusions, and the urgent grace of staying grounded. “We are here together, on this honeyed Earth, bound to it as long as…
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Five Minutes
Love reveals itself in the quiet moments—arriving early, lingering late—where presence becomes its purest expression. “But it has always been there, five minutes away, stretching its hand, asking me to…
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M.E. A.M.
Chapter 1. About Waking M.E. descriptors; dessicated, drained, deleted, detritus, debt. The fan is on and the window is wide and the night heat turns into morning chills. The sweat…
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Autofiction
A piercing reckoning with belief, identity, and complicity, where fiction offers the only sanctuary from the brutal truths of our nonfiction lives. “Fiction is the improbable space… where a person…
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The Possession
A searing philosophical meditation on spiritual possession, colonialism, and the reclaiming of indigenous identity through literary and ecological symbolism. “The native who constitutes the majority class is possessed by a…
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TBR Blank is here with a lucky 13
A bold new anthology from The Brussels Review, TBR Blanc offers fiction unbound by theme—where language becomes canvas and constraint becomes catalyst. “TBR Blanc is not emptiness but canvas: an…
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On Lucian Freud and the Violence in Looking
A meditation on Lucian Freud’s portraits, mortality, and the violence of looking, from familial intimacy to the abyss of horror. “To paint in the way Freud does, always from life,…
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Could we find another way?
“I had a dad with a stout body and glasses and prominent calf muscles and skin that reddened easily and fingers strong from a life of piano and wavy hair…