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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Memories of David Foster Wallace

Memories of David Foster Wallace

Following is a transcript of a memorial service held for David Foster Wallace on 26 October 2008 at Underwood Park in Normal, Illinois.

Roadtrip

Roadtrip

by Jane Flett

I lean forward to your ear, touch my lips to the point where the hair curls over your lobe, and I wonder about falling inside. I purse them like a kiss and I whisper road trip.

Christine Elizabeth Eldin, 1966-2012

Christine Elizabeth Eldin, 1966-2012

by Stephen Parrish

Aspiring writer, loving mother, and dear friend Chris Eldin took her life at age 46 after a long and baffling absence from public view.

A True-Begotten Father

A True-Begotten Father

By Steve Edwards

I see him on a cold blue February night: He steps onto the back porch to drop a garbage sack by the bin and my mother pushes the door shut behind him, turns the lock.

A Proof

A Proof

by Andrew McCall

My father does not believe / That the small things accrete, / That the infinitesimals / Lean together to form a whole.

Freelance Your Way to Poverty

Freelance Your Way to Poverty

by Con Chapman

There is a charity in Boston that helps the homeless by publishing a newspaper to which they contribute articles and poems.

Animals

Animals

by Robley Wilson

How old was I then? I was in sixth grade, which meant I was twelve. That was another part of my uncle’s argument: I was “old enough” for the fights.

Give Me Your Wife

Give Me Your Wife

by Tony Hoagland

because / I like her. I like / the signs of wear on her; / the way her breasts have dropped a little with the years; / the weathered evidence of joy around her eyes.

Bessie Arrowood’s Circle of Life

Bessie Arrowood’s Circle of Life

by Karen Paul Holmes

There she goes again, spinning / her wheelchair ’round the nursing home. / Two years, five thousand laps. So far.

Goldfish

Goldfish

by Lisa Cihlar

Does it matter that a migrating tern / is standing in the Fox River / with a goldfish in its beak? / The tern is a Caspian with a lovely black head / like the back-combed Italian mobsters in old movies.

Fireside
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