Petrichor (pronounced /ˈpɛtrɨkər/; from Greek petra “stone” + ichor the fluid that flows in the veins of the gods in Greek mythology)
is the name of the scent of rain on dry earth.
(Thank you Wikipedia)
Petrichor Review is the love child of three young editors digging for viscera, for the fleshy inner-workings of things—the building blocks of life and art. We believe writing & art are forces for joy and illumination, but only if observed.
Petrichor Review is a bi-annual online arts and literature journal. We strive to shape each issue into a cohesive piece of art, curating a reading experience in which text and image flow into one another naturally. We believe in the power and elegance of simple language and in its ability to convey the intricacies of the human experience.
Emma Nichols: Editor-in-Chief
Emma Nichols has still not decided what she wants to do for the rest of her life, but she has decided that it starts here, somewhere. Beyond writing and reading she enjoys baking bread and buying books. In the future she hopes to own a large house that doubles as a bookstore, with a pet pig named Hamlet, a pet penguin named Gunter, and a printing press in the basement, accessible through the cellar door. Her grammatical likes include oxford commas, semi-colons, ampersands, and properly punctuated poetry.
Pete Viola: Poetry Editor
Pete Viola is a dilettante, a Renaissance man of the sort commonly seen riding the rails in silent films, or heard of in Tom Waits rambler tunes. Petrichor Review is Pete Viola’s firstborn literary journal. He also writes poetry, short stories and flash fiction. He is available by reservation to read verse of your choice at formal, informal or casual functions (business luncheons, birthday parties, autumn benders, etc.). Accents are extra, but strongly encouraged.
Sean Case: Fiction Editor & All-Around American Boy
Sean Case is lazy, immature, and awfully boring. He likes cooking and watching Miyazaki films. He enjoys reading Stephen King, Philip K. Dick, and Truman Capote, and doesn’t think there’s anything wrong with that. Born and raised in Monroe, New York, Sean knows what it’s like to live nowhere. It is lonely and lovely. Sean is a lifelong fan of lilacs, locomotives, and little cats. He thinks writing is terrifyingly important, and approaches it with cautious excitement.
Jenny Curtis: Resident Artist
Jenny Curtis is your typical gadabout ruffian who will mess you up with her bare (bear) teeth. if you get too close, on a bad day. However, she does like to snug sometimes, occasionally make art, nonchalantly add her pathetic opinions to Petrichor Review, and dance about in the waters. Other than that, it’s just all about little cats.
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