Once again, Trump targets the NEA
You mean transforming into a coffee shop didn’t work?
Sequel to The Handmaid’s Tale coming in September.
Nobel in Literature will return this fall
Another case of plagiarism. When will people learn?
The book publishing scandals of February
Recent Fiction

My Broken Brain, by Angie Ellis

I keep a list of songs I know well, so that if I get dementia people can reach the real me hidden inside my broken brain.
Recent Poetry

Serving, by Kari Gunter-Seymour

Remember that time your dog died and I didn’t tell you for months
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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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.

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.

Fireside
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