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Publishing irreverent, different, and surprising work that tries to do something new. Est. 2014. Edited by Alex J. Tunney and @danielnestermfa.bsky.social. Read us at pinehillsreview.com.
“One Bullet Left” by Corwin Ericson
"When he finally hung up his double-barrel and bunnystalker cap, he was dismissive of his lack of family and the mystery of his place in society."
"When he finally hung up his double-barrel and bunnystalker cap, he was dismissive of his lack of family and the mystery of his place in society."
“One Bullet Left” by Corwin Ericson
When he finally hung up his double-barrel and bunnystalker cap, he was dismissive of his lack of family and the mystery of his place in society.
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December 3, 2025 at 9:21 PM
“One Bullet Left” by Corwin Ericson
"When he finally hung up his double-barrel and bunnystalker cap, he was dismissive of his lack of family and the mystery of his place in society."
"When he finally hung up his double-barrel and bunnystalker cap, he was dismissive of his lack of family and the mystery of his place in society."
“I Am Trying to Love the Whole World” by Shuly Xóchitl Cawood
"But it’s hard to love what I am when I know it’s wrong. / I don’t easily forgive my mistakes in their swishing dresses / and careless mascara, with their impetuously long cigarettes. "
"But it’s hard to love what I am when I know it’s wrong. / I don’t easily forgive my mistakes in their swishing dresses / and careless mascara, with their impetuously long cigarettes. "
“I Am Trying to Love the Whole World” by Shuly Xóchitl Cawood
But it’s hard to love what I am when I know it’s wrong. / I don’t easily forgive my mistakes in their swishing dresses / and careless mascara, with their impetuously long cigarettes.
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November 26, 2025 at 9:31 PM
“I Am Trying to Love the Whole World” by Shuly Xóchitl Cawood
"But it’s hard to love what I am when I know it’s wrong. / I don’t easily forgive my mistakes in their swishing dresses / and careless mascara, with their impetuously long cigarettes. "
"But it’s hard to love what I am when I know it’s wrong. / I don’t easily forgive my mistakes in their swishing dresses / and careless mascara, with their impetuously long cigarettes. "
“What Isn't Love” by Jennifer Juneau
"Because / What isn’t love is nobody’s red sock / And somebody’s black boot."
"Because / What isn’t love is nobody’s red sock / And somebody’s black boot."
“What Isn’t Love” by Jennifer Juneau
Because / What isn’t love is nobody’s red sock / And somebody’s black boot.
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November 12, 2025 at 9:21 PM
“What Isn't Love” by Jennifer Juneau
"Because / What isn’t love is nobody’s red sock / And somebody’s black boot."
"Because / What isn’t love is nobody’s red sock / And somebody’s black boot."
“Amateur Filmmaking in the 21st Century” by David Dodd Lee
"You think it’s hot outside it’s hot in a house / when you’ve got nowhere else you can go, a glass of milk glowing like / radiation on a table"
"You think it’s hot outside it’s hot in a house / when you’ve got nowhere else you can go, a glass of milk glowing like / radiation on a table"
“Amateur Filmmaking in the 21st Century” by David Dodd Lee
You think it’s hot outside it’s hot in a house / when you’ve got nowhere else you can go, a glass of milk glowing like / radiation on a table
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November 5, 2025 at 9:20 PM
“Amateur Filmmaking in the 21st Century” by David Dodd Lee
"You think it’s hot outside it’s hot in a house / when you’ve got nowhere else you can go, a glass of milk glowing like / radiation on a table"
"You think it’s hot outside it’s hot in a house / when you’ve got nowhere else you can go, a glass of milk glowing like / radiation on a table"
"Filthy goddess in search of vulgar god” by Michelle Stoll
"Priestess of Pan seeks creature to unwind with, / drink wine with, must be kind without being too nice."
"Priestess of Pan seeks creature to unwind with, / drink wine with, must be kind without being too nice."
“Filthy goddess in search of vulgar god” by Michelle Stoll
Priestess of Pan seeks creature to unwind with, / drink wine with, must be kind without being too nice.
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October 29, 2025 at 8:22 PM
"Filthy goddess in search of vulgar god” by Michelle Stoll
"Priestess of Pan seeks creature to unwind with, / drink wine with, must be kind without being too nice."
"Priestess of Pan seeks creature to unwind with, / drink wine with, must be kind without being too nice."
“Is anyone good?” by Davin Malasarn
"Samantha, I am not good, / though my skin is soft and supple."
"Samantha, I am not good, / though my skin is soft and supple."
“Is anyone good?” by Davin Malasarn
Samantha, I am not good, / though my skin is soft and supple.
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October 22, 2025 at 8:21 PM
“Is anyone good?” by Davin Malasarn
"Samantha, I am not good, / though my skin is soft and supple."
"Samantha, I am not good, / though my skin is soft and supple."
"The Loneliness of the Sharpshooter" by Bryan Furuness
"At some point, it didn't even feel like I was shooting anymore; I was diving through the hoop every time I threw up my arms—like a dolphin, like water, like a fall of light."
"At some point, it didn't even feel like I was shooting anymore; I was diving through the hoop every time I threw up my arms—like a dolphin, like water, like a fall of light."
“The Loneliness of the Sharpshooter” by Bryan Furuness
"At some point, it didn't even feel like I was shooting anymore; I was diving through the hoop every time I threw up my arms—like a dolphin, like water, like a fall of light."
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October 15, 2025 at 8:20 PM
"The Loneliness of the Sharpshooter" by Bryan Furuness
"At some point, it didn't even feel like I was shooting anymore; I was diving through the hoop every time I threw up my arms—like a dolphin, like water, like a fall of light."
"At some point, it didn't even feel like I was shooting anymore; I was diving through the hoop every time I threw up my arms—like a dolphin, like water, like a fall of light."
“Love Poem to Saving Your Own Life” by Meggie Royer
"Sometimes, what hurt the most / was your childhood phone number lost to memory, / its digits swimming down darkly through the depths."
"Sometimes, what hurt the most / was your childhood phone number lost to memory, / its digits swimming down darkly through the depths."
“Love Poem to Saving Your Own Life” by Meggie Royer
Sometimes, what hurt the most / was your childhood phone number lost to memory, / its digits swimming down darkly through the depths.
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October 8, 2025 at 8:20 PM
“Love Poem to Saving Your Own Life” by Meggie Royer
"Sometimes, what hurt the most / was your childhood phone number lost to memory, / its digits swimming down darkly through the depths."
"Sometimes, what hurt the most / was your childhood phone number lost to memory, / its digits swimming down darkly through the depths."
“You Are as Necessary as Times New Roman” by Alicia Hoffman
"Necessary as the scissors and the knife that sit abandoned in the sarcophagus of a suburban garage until the day a bolt comes loose, a screw unhinges, a flap malfunctions."
"Necessary as the scissors and the knife that sit abandoned in the sarcophagus of a suburban garage until the day a bolt comes loose, a screw unhinges, a flap malfunctions."
“You Are as Necessary as Times New Roman” by Alicia Hoffman
Necessary as the scissors and the knife that sit abandoned in the sarcophagus of a suburban garage until the day a bolt comes loose, a screw unhinges, a flap malfunctions.
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October 1, 2025 at 8:31 PM
“You Are as Necessary as Times New Roman” by Alicia Hoffman
"Necessary as the scissors and the knife that sit abandoned in the sarcophagus of a suburban garage until the day a bolt comes loose, a screw unhinges, a flap malfunctions."
"Necessary as the scissors and the knife that sit abandoned in the sarcophagus of a suburban garage until the day a bolt comes loose, a screw unhinges, a flap malfunctions."
“Silly Goose” by Jennifer Maritza McCauley
She is sitting, waiting for her partner to return / bringing Missouri flora in his mouth; coneflower, / daisies, aster.
She is sitting, waiting for her partner to return / bringing Missouri flora in his mouth; coneflower, / daisies, aster.
“Silly Goose” by Jennifer Maritza McCauley
She is sitting, waiting for her partner to return / bringing Missouri flora in his mouth; coneflower, / daisies, aster.
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October 1, 2025 at 8:22 PM
“Silly Goose” by Jennifer Maritza McCauley
She is sitting, waiting for her partner to return / bringing Missouri flora in his mouth; coneflower, / daisies, aster.
She is sitting, waiting for her partner to return / bringing Missouri flora in his mouth; coneflower, / daisies, aster.
From the Editors: Building Space for Contradictions & Juxtapositions
But, perhaps, I was subconsciously looking to celebrate, criticize and memorialize what I saw as a space for contradictions.
But, perhaps, I was subconsciously looking to celebrate, criticize and memorialize what I saw as a space for contradictions.
From the Editors: Building Space for Contradictions & Juxtapositions
But, perhaps, I was subconsciously looking to celebrate, criticize and memorialize what I saw as a space for contradictions.
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September 1, 2025 at 2:41 PM
From the Editors: Building Space for Contradictions & Juxtapositions
But, perhaps, I was subconsciously looking to celebrate, criticize and memorialize what I saw as a space for contradictions.
But, perhaps, I was subconsciously looking to celebrate, criticize and memorialize what I saw as a space for contradictions.
“The Fall of Chesterfield Mall” by Adam Jon Miller
“The Fall of Chesterfield Mall” by Adam Jon Miller
Chesterfield Mall opened its doors in 1976, and at its zenith, was considered the largest shopping mall in the St. Louis metropolitan area. In 2024 and 2025, the mall was closed and then demolished…
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September 1, 2025 at 2:40 PM
“The Fall of Chesterfield Mall” by Adam Jon Miller
“Dead Mall, Christmas Eve, 2022” by Robert Fillman
bodies bound to endless loops / past shuttered shops and naked / window displays.
bodies bound to endless loops / past shuttered shops and naked / window displays.
“Dead Mall, Christmas Eve, 2022” by Robert Fillman
bodies bound to endless loops / past shuttered shops and naked / window displays.
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September 1, 2025 at 2:35 PM
“Dead Mall, Christmas Eve, 2022” by Robert Fillman
bodies bound to endless loops / past shuttered shops and naked / window displays.
bodies bound to endless loops / past shuttered shops and naked / window displays.
“mall stops” by Jeffrey H. MacLachlan
synthetic sea breeze oh the aquamarine coins mating winks track lighting chlorine siren imagined pocketing prison city wishes of caribbean sand
synthetic sea breeze oh the aquamarine coins mating winks track lighting chlorine siren imagined pocketing prison city wishes of caribbean sand
“mall stops” by Jeffrey H. MacLachlan
synthetic sea breeze oh the aquamarine coins mating winks track lighting chlorine siren imagined pocketing prison city wishes of caribbean sand
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September 1, 2025 at 2:33 PM
“mall stops” by Jeffrey H. MacLachlan
synthetic sea breeze oh the aquamarine coins mating winks track lighting chlorine siren imagined pocketing prison city wishes of caribbean sand
synthetic sea breeze oh the aquamarine coins mating winks track lighting chlorine siren imagined pocketing prison city wishes of caribbean sand
"42°29'43.4"N 73°12'22.7"W" by Cleo Levin
"The morning of my grand opening, the sun rose early and poured in through my skylights, through the doors, through the three glass pyramids that hung over my atriums. It shone on my polished tile floors and danced through the halls."
"The morning of my grand opening, the sun rose early and poured in through my skylights, through the doors, through the three glass pyramids that hung over my atriums. It shone on my polished tile floors and danced through the halls."
“42°29’43.4″N 73°12’22.7″W” by Cleo Levin
The morning of my grand opening, the sun rose early and poured in through my skylights, through the doors, through the three glass pyramids that hung over my atriums. It shone on my polished tile f…
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September 1, 2025 at 2:31 PM
"42°29'43.4"N 73°12'22.7"W" by Cleo Levin
"The morning of my grand opening, the sun rose early and poured in through my skylights, through the doors, through the three glass pyramids that hung over my atriums. It shone on my polished tile floors and danced through the halls."
"The morning of my grand opening, the sun rose early and poured in through my skylights, through the doors, through the three glass pyramids that hung over my atriums. It shone on my polished tile floors and danced through the halls."
“Mill Creek Drive” by J.T. Trigonis
Soon, we'd // be at the mall, that holiest of pre-adolescent holies, / shops assailing our senses, every minute feeling / Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
Soon, we'd // be at the mall, that holiest of pre-adolescent holies, / shops assailing our senses, every minute feeling / Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
“Mill Creek Drive” by J.T. Trigonis
Soon, we'd // be at the mall, that holiest of pre-adolescent holies, / shops assailing our senses, every minute feeling / Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
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September 1, 2025 at 2:20 PM
“Mill Creek Drive” by J.T. Trigonis
Soon, we'd // be at the mall, that holiest of pre-adolescent holies, / shops assailing our senses, every minute feeling / Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
Soon, we'd // be at the mall, that holiest of pre-adolescent holies, / shops assailing our senses, every minute feeling / Fast Times at Ridgemont High.
Special Feature: The Mall
🏬 The Mall is the Pine Hills Review special feature of 2025.
🏬 The Mall is the Pine Hills Review special feature of 2025.
Special Feature: The Mall
🏬 The Mall is the Pine Hills Review special feature of 2025.
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September 1, 2025 at 2:01 PM
Special Feature: The Mall
🏬 The Mall is the Pine Hills Review special feature of 2025.
🏬 The Mall is the Pine Hills Review special feature of 2025.
“The Five-Year Anniversary of the Tornado That Took Down Turtle Creek” by Sarah Watkins
It was the first time that this city had been featured on national news, but no one wanted to speak. The damage spoke for itself. It was as if the building were run through a mandoline slicer—caved-in ceilings,…
It was the first time that this city had been featured on national news, but no one wanted to speak. The damage spoke for itself. It was as if the building were run through a mandoline slicer—caved-in ceilings,…
“The Five-Year Anniversary of the Tornado That Took Down Turtle Creek” by Sarah Watkins
It was the first time that this city had been featured on national news, but no one wanted to speak. The damage spoke for itself. It was as if the building were run through a mandoline slicer—caved-in ceilings, exposed pipe, and criss-crossing metal frames that held up nothing.
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September 1, 2025 at 2:00 PM
“The Five-Year Anniversary of the Tornado That Took Down Turtle Creek” by Sarah Watkins
It was the first time that this city had been featured on national news, but no one wanted to speak. The damage spoke for itself. It was as if the building were run through a mandoline slicer—caved-in ceilings,…
It was the first time that this city had been featured on national news, but no one wanted to speak. The damage spoke for itself. It was as if the building were run through a mandoline slicer—caved-in ceilings,…
“A gigantic cathedral of consumption”: An Interview with Kate Black
"I describe the mall as an ‘altar of becoming’—a place of total possibility. I felt, and honestly still feel, exhilarated by how buying something new has the potential to transform myself. (Whether this potential ever actually…
"I describe the mall as an ‘altar of becoming’—a place of total possibility. I felt, and honestly still feel, exhilarated by how buying something new has the potential to transform myself. (Whether this potential ever actually…
“A gigantic cathedral of consumption”: An Interview with Kate Black
"I describe the mall as an ‘altar of becoming’—a place of total possibility. I felt, and honestly still feel, exhilarated by how buying something new has the potential to transform myself. (Whether this potential ever actually realizes itself is another question.)"
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September 1, 2025 at 2:00 PM
“A gigantic cathedral of consumption”: An Interview with Kate Black
"I describe the mall as an ‘altar of becoming’—a place of total possibility. I felt, and honestly still feel, exhilarated by how buying something new has the potential to transform myself. (Whether this potential ever actually…
"I describe the mall as an ‘altar of becoming’—a place of total possibility. I felt, and honestly still feel, exhilarated by how buying something new has the potential to transform myself. (Whether this potential ever actually…
“Mating Ritual” by Steph Auteri
Sometimes, if the stars aligned, we’d see them again. By the Sunglasses Hut kiosk. On line at Wetzel's Pretzels or Cinnabon. Sitting at the fountain, flicking pennies into the water.
Sometimes, if the stars aligned, we’d see them again. By the Sunglasses Hut kiosk. On line at Wetzel's Pretzels or Cinnabon. Sitting at the fountain, flicking pennies into the water.
“Mating Ritual” by Steph Auteri
Sometimes, if the stars aligned, we’d see them again. By the Sunglasses Hut kiosk. On line at Wetzel's Pretzels or Cinnabon. Sitting at the fountain, flicking pennies into the water.
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September 1, 2025 at 2:00 PM
“Mating Ritual” by Steph Auteri
Sometimes, if the stars aligned, we’d see them again. By the Sunglasses Hut kiosk. On line at Wetzel's Pretzels or Cinnabon. Sitting at the fountain, flicking pennies into the water.
Sometimes, if the stars aligned, we’d see them again. By the Sunglasses Hut kiosk. On line at Wetzel's Pretzels or Cinnabon. Sitting at the fountain, flicking pennies into the water.
“155,000M2 of Shopping, Entertainment and Leisure” by Samuel Prince
All that swank and show, the imitation / of riches, gone, not even the fountain can spare a few cents / in its dried-up basin, its limescaled font – all wishes spent.
All that swank and show, the imitation / of riches, gone, not even the fountain can spare a few cents / in its dried-up basin, its limescaled font – all wishes spent.
“155,000M2 of Shopping, Entertainment and Leisure” by Samuel Prince
All that swank and show, the imitation / of riches, gone, not even the fountain can spare a few cents / in its dried-up basin, its limescaled font – all wishes spent.
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September 1, 2025 at 2:00 PM
“155,000M2 of Shopping, Entertainment and Leisure” by Samuel Prince
All that swank and show, the imitation / of riches, gone, not even the fountain can spare a few cents / in its dried-up basin, its limescaled font – all wishes spent.
All that swank and show, the imitation / of riches, gone, not even the fountain can spare a few cents / in its dried-up basin, its limescaled font – all wishes spent.
“Extended Call” by Larissa Hikel
Where is the fashion parade, the conveyor belt of available products and prospects, that makes life seem so full of possibilities?
Where is the fashion parade, the conveyor belt of available products and prospects, that makes life seem so full of possibilities?
“Extended Call” by Larissa Hikel
Where is the fashion parade, the conveyor belt of available products and prospects, that makes life seem so full of possibilities?
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September 1, 2025 at 2:00 PM
“Extended Call” by Larissa Hikel
Where is the fashion parade, the conveyor belt of available products and prospects, that makes life seem so full of possibilities?
Where is the fashion parade, the conveyor belt of available products and prospects, that makes life seem so full of possibilities?
“Mallrat Baptism” by Veronica Tucker
It had a soundtrack, piped-in pop songs echoing off linoleum, and it had structure. Escalators, maps, food court trays. There were rules we didn’t always follow, but that gave the place a strange kind of order.
It had a soundtrack, piped-in pop songs echoing off linoleum, and it had structure. Escalators, maps, food court trays. There were rules we didn’t always follow, but that gave the place a strange kind of order.
“Mallrat Baptism” by Veronica Tucker
It had a soundtrack, piped-in pop songs echoing off linoleum, and it had structure. Escalators, maps, food court trays. There were rules we didn’t always follow, but that gave the place a strange kind of order.
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September 1, 2025 at 2:00 PM
“Mallrat Baptism” by Veronica Tucker
It had a soundtrack, piped-in pop songs echoing off linoleum, and it had structure. Escalators, maps, food court trays. There were rules we didn’t always follow, but that gave the place a strange kind of order.
It had a soundtrack, piped-in pop songs echoing off linoleum, and it had structure. Escalators, maps, food court trays. There were rules we didn’t always follow, but that gave the place a strange kind of order.
The Mall (special feature) will open tomorrow at 10 AM EST!
We invite you to experience all the wonderful work that was shared with us. There will be burst of posts coming from each of our social media feeds at that time.
ALSO: Our regular reading period also begins tomorrow. Send us your stuff!
We invite you to experience all the wonderful work that was shared with us. There will be burst of posts coming from each of our social media feeds at that time.
ALSO: Our regular reading period also begins tomorrow. Send us your stuff!
an escalator in a mall with a sign that says ' b ' on it
ALT: an escalator in a mall with a sign that says ' b ' on it
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August 31, 2025 at 2:05 PM
The Mall (special feature) will open tomorrow at 10 AM EST!
We invite you to experience all the wonderful work that was shared with us. There will be burst of posts coming from each of our social media feeds at that time.
ALSO: Our regular reading period also begins tomorrow. Send us your stuff!
We invite you to experience all the wonderful work that was shared with us. There will be burst of posts coming from each of our social media feeds at that time.
ALSO: Our regular reading period also begins tomorrow. Send us your stuff!
“No More Bears” by Timothy Gager
“Dumb, reckless, and stupid,” Mama Bear’s false words repeated in her head once more.
“Dumb, reckless, and stupid,” Mama Bear’s false words repeated in her head once more.
“No More Bears” by Timothy Gager
“Dumb, reckless, and stupid,” Mama Bear’s false words repeated in her head once more.
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August 27, 2025 at 8:27 PM
“No More Bears” by Timothy Gager
“Dumb, reckless, and stupid,” Mama Bear’s false words repeated in her head once more.
“Dumb, reckless, and stupid,” Mama Bear’s false words repeated in her head once more.