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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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If I Have a Daughter

If I Have a Daughter

by April Ford
If I could have a daughter, / it would be my life goal to make sure she never—not in a million years ever— / confused one kind of touch for another.
Improv

Improv

by Roy White
Let’s make a wedding photo, you and I. / I’m blind and you weren’t there, but between us / we can do this.
The Flying Dutchman

The Flying Dutchman

by Annette Gendler
February 3, 1946. Rain pounded the railcar’s roof. Karl felt as if inside a drum. A stuffy drum, smelling of wet wool and unwashed bodies.
Boys’ Life/Rough Frontiers

Boys’ Life/Rough Frontiers

by Douglas W. Milliken
The only work he could find was at the truckers’ paradise on the north side of town where the main drag reverts into a numbered highway.
Follow Me

Follow Me

by Carol Malkin
Sara had selected the young girl, and Teddy and Sara had trailed her from the noisy waterfront club.
Rocket Night

Rocket Night

by Alexander Weinstein
It was Rocket Night at our daughter’s elementary school, the night when parents, students, and administrators gather to place the least-liked child in a rocket and shoot him into the stars.
Worried Playground Daddy’s Blues

Worried Playground Daddy’s Blues

by Justin Hamm
On the playground I strum guitar while my daughter dangles upside down from the bar above the tall slide, and inside my middle-aged brain a movie plays.
Going Once

Going Once

by Allan Peterson
I believe it was either forever or an eight / no longer lazy on the page, / because things took longer after that, / had longer lifetimes, / and that was their sign in continuous curls.

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