When I finally make it inside the violin there will be room
and it will be nothing like my studio apartment, there will
be no need for futons. There will be a soundpost for pole
dancing and a bassbar for hanging my clothes. When
someone hits a g minor chord in first position I will
disintegrate cell by cell.
Maintained or neglected, familiar or foreign, well-worn or wild, roadways inform our decisions and identities. Their geographies direct the movement
of our lives and sketch the cartography of our stories. In this spirit, 322 Review publishes provocative emerging and established artists whose fiction,
creative nonfiction, poetry, and mixed media artwork wander the paths of human experience. A nonprofit literary journal conceived
and operated by former Rowan University graduate students, 322 Review is based in Southern New Jersey.
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