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Recent Fiction

Zilla, 2015, by Jeff Somers

When she signed the lease and moved her stuff into the place, she knew she was leaning into a decline she’d begun some time before.
Recent Poetry

When We Believed the World Wouldn’t End, by Benjamin Cutler

After the final harvest, the forecast / called for freezing temperatures / and the end of this winsome world.
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.
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Threnody for Paul Morphy

Threnody for Paul Morphy

by Brian Glaser
The flowers are everywhere, pungent and bright. / It could be autumn, eighteen-fifty-seven.
Columbus Road

Columbus Road

by David Buchanan
It got to the point that I just didn’t want the other guys to even see her. Sharing—a tent, a cockpit, a shower—gets old during a deployment, and I wished she would stay away.
Counting

Counting

by Jodi Barnes
Often she dreams she doesn’t get into her dead boyfriend’s car. She dances solo in her stupor and calls her mother who’d promised, “I’ll pick you up; no questions asked.”
Ana’s Dance

Ana’s Dance

by Donna Miscolta
The windows are open to the blue-black sky, but there is no breeze to move the heavy air inside the apartment. Across the street, the diner blinks its electric blue sign.
Secrets in the Landscape

Secrets in the Landscape

by Cathy Herbert
The day he went into the hospital that last time, he told me he was not at all afraid of death. He did not believe in God.
I Have to Catch Fish so Jason Can Get Married

I Have to Catch Fish so Jason Can Get Married

by Matthew Sullivan
Jason has four children all born from different mothers. Child support will glean most of what he makes this fishing season. Does he know that? I won’t tell him.
Fragments of My Rape

Fragments of My Rape

by Janna Vought
It began / with the Stain. / The Stain, my Stain / red on a white bedspread / covered with bristles / of nylon thread.
Precision

Precision

by Carol Hamilton
Scarlatti's sheet music lies / on the floor near the piano / and a catalog for later perusal / is sprawled in full color / near the computer.
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.

Fireside
Required Reading
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by Russell Rowland
from The Millions

by Elizabeth Gilbert
from Instagram

by Sarah MacLean
from Bustle

by CJ Hauser
from The Paris Review

Winner of the Pulitzer Prize in Fiction

Winner of the Pulitzer Prize in Poetry