The Flatirons Literary Review is a Boulder, Colorado, purveyor of perfectly ripened, fresh-picked prose and poetry. We select the finest local writing across the genres to ensure a varied literary diet, rich with regional flavors.
Fiction
"No Stars on Eighth Avenue" by Carlo Burriesci

“No Stars on Eighth Avenue” by Carlo Burriesci

Scotty sipped the first of two Jamesons while sitting at a cramped wooden booth inside O’Leary’s. The lighting was dim – as if the bar sat at the bottom of a lake. Shamrocks lined the brick walls despite it being weeks before Thanksgiving. This is where Scotty was told to wait. These bars around Penn...
"Song for Bob Dylan" by Ed King

“Song for Bob Dylan” by Ed King

I met him once, a long time ago, on the road out of town with his old jacket and his guitar. Of course, they were banned then (guitars were, not jackets), but for some reason it didn’t alarm me. I asked him in passing if he intended to walk all the way to Mobile. He...
"In Case You Forgot" by Vivian Underhill

“In Case You Forgot” by Vivian Underhill

We stole a day. You and me, we made off like bandits with twenty-four hours, and we drove to the coast to enjoy them.  We wandered through the bayberry and beach grass, across the dunes and along the shore alone, two small stones in the rushing air, eddies in the current where the wind could hide. Clouds raced...
"Oppa" by Gary Alan McBride

“Oppa” by Gary Alan McBride

The young woman appears before me, her movements elegant and precise like an exotic bird flitting nervously from branch to branch. She presses a folded piece of paper into the palm of my hand, and with a desperate whisper implores me in familiar Korean, “This is for you, Oppa. Please do the right thing.” And...
"Kansas" by Erin Block

“Kansas” by Erin Block

I was standing at the corner when he went flying past, like a superhero to save the day. I was standing in the creek, tying green willow-twigs together with twine from straw bales spread for chicken bedding, making tiny rafts like Huck Finn, thinking it was getting close to lunchtime and wondering what I’d be...
"Noise" by Connor Thomas Cleary

“Noise” by Connor Thomas Cleary

They held each other after the act; she always wanted him to stay inside her, so he did. “I hate you sometimes,” she said, almost lovingly. Then she pulled him tighter, pawing, and taking in the scent of his oily hair. “I know.” His lashes pulled at Roma’s cheek when he blinked. It was dappled...
"Got Any Smokes" by Jeffrey Blake

“Got Any Smokes” by Jeffrey Blake

Russ Billings stood up, coughed from deep in his chest, and spat onto an old newspaper lying on the dirty concrete floor. The effort hurt and left him short of breath. He had been hocking up lumps of dark, slimy stuff for two days. His current digs were the basement of an abandoned apartment building....
"Mazatlán" by Lawrence Dunning

“Mazatlán” by Lawrence Dunning

Their room at the Hotel Playa Bonita turns out to be the standard smallish third floor with ocean view and two queen beds. Fortunately it is in the older section of the hotel where the balconies directly overlook the beach and the unbelievably blue water of the bay. “Which one do you want?” Michael asks his wife. She...