Clackamas Literary Review is a nationally distributed, annual print journal edited and published at Clackamas Community College in Oregon City, Oregon. We are a grant-funded journal functioning under the auspices of the English Department. CLR promotes the work of emerging writers and established writers of fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction.
Clackamas Literary Review is a nationally distributed, annual print journal edited and published at Clackamas Community College in Oregon City, Oregon...
Nothing is quite what it seems in Ryan Davis's heart-pounding debut, Victor Bradshaw is Dead. This high-stakes murder mystery will make readers question everything as one man's history with a serial killer catches up to him. Steven Cross is trying to put his past behind him. A lawyer at a prestigious firm, his life has taken on a quiet sort of routine that suits him just fine. But his quiet life is thrown into turmoil when he begins receiving mysterious packages containing the severed body parts of people he used to know. These are followed by phone calls from a man he thought he had killed...
Nothing is quite what it seems in Ryan Davis's heart-pounding debut, Victor Bradshaw is Dead. This high-stakes murder mystery will make readers questi...
This book is not just a category of words. It is not words of inspirations. This is not even a book. It is a list of ideas that have been made for the palms of your hands.
This book is not just a category of words. It is not words of inspirations. This is not even a book. It is a list of ideas that have been made for the...
From ghostly nights atop Nobska, to the rush and blur of the Woods Hole Green- sometimes I forget that this place has given me a timeline and a place of bonfires. Cape Cod has been my home since I moved here from Rhode Island with my parents and younger brother when I was three. The place is steeped in legend for me. Like the ruins of Avalon crumbling in the dusk somewhere offshore, so too does this place of glacial remnants contain healing waters which I return to when I need to remember who I am and steady myself to go ahead on. These pieces of prose are nonfiction. I would classify them as...
From ghostly nights atop Nobska, to the rush and blur of the Woods Hole Green- sometimes I forget that this place has given me a timeline and a place ...