Mary Oliver has died
Author income down sharply.
Yet another must read from Writer Beware
Works published in ’23 to enter the public domain
Nope, still can’t resell your digital files
Tin House is shuttering its print magazine
Recent Fiction

White Chrysanthemums, by Lori Nevole

My first girlfriend was Catholic, and thought no one would know she was a lesbian if she kept up a great manicure.
Recent Poetry

Not Homework, by Jennifer Gennari

I want to be president / she says unprompted. / Her unfinished writing task / lies on the table between us.
Recent CNF

Freddy Krueger is Not Real, by Dina Peone

I was under the covers in my sister’s bedroom, deep asleep, while flames spread from a nearby candle.
In The Limelight: The Habit of Art: a Year of Daily Painting by Kelcey Parker Ervick
Death Poems

Death Poems

by Laura Madeline Wiseman

I don’t know why death wants me or why death wakes me to press her bones against my backside. The ringing is incessant now. She has to know this.

Eyes of the Day

Eyes of the Day

by Tim Craven

I recall as kids when our obsession would / lead us into the thick backwoods / next to the decommissioned railway / line, our pockets stuffed with ribbons

Mrs. Shelton

Mrs. Shelton

by Michael C. Ahn

Even on weekends Mrs. Shelton wouldn’t leave my head. I thought of her on the bus, at my desk, and in my bed. I suspected my mother noticed me at times, gazing at or playing with my food.

Nightfall

Nightfall

by Victor Hugo (1802-1885)
translated by Jacqueline Michaud

The sun slept this evening in clouds of mounting gray / Tomorrow will bring the storm, and evening, and night

Pornography and Poetry

Pornography and Poetry

by Isabella David

“Nymph, in thy orisons be all my sins remembr’d” has always seemed to me the most perfect pickup line, although it didn’t work so well on Ophelia.

History

History

by Cezarija Abartis

The Medici coat of arms, with its shield and crown, hung on a pole on the sidewalk here and everywhere throughout the city, still asserting ownership.

My Patent Leather Shoes

My Patent Leather Shoes

by Konstantina Sozou-Kyrkou

I feel my stomach bubble all day today. It’s my birthday and godfather will be here in a minute or so. He’s promised to bring me a pair of new leather shoes.

Backspace

Backspace

by Tracy Harris

We used typewriters decades ago, and carbon paper and different colors of white-out. If we made a mistake we could correct not just the original letter but each carbon copy as well, in the correct color.

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Winner of the 2018 National Book Award in Fiction

Winner of the 2018 Thurber Prize for American Humor

Winner of the 2018 National Book Award in Poetry

2018’s Biggest Adult Book

Winner of the 2018 National Book Award in Nonfiction

The 2018 Pushcart Prize Winners

Winner of the 2018 Man Booker Prize

The Best American Short Stories of 2018

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