Another case of plagiarism. When will people learn?
The book publishing scandals of early February
Woody Allen is suing Amazon
Rosamunde Pilcher is gone
The rumors are true: new Salinger work being published.
Wattpad launching a publishing division
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.
In The Limelight: The Habit of Art: a Year of Daily Painting by Kelcey Parker Ervick
Five Poems

Five Poems

by Simon Perchik

Though it’s familiar this flower / doesn’t recognize the breeze / wriggling out the ground / as that distance without any footsteps

Orbiting, Day 271

Orbiting, Day 271

by Bradley Potts

“There is a 2.43% probability of survival. How would you like to proceed, Jay?” Blue Jay, flutter and fly, away from the crows. That gloating, hateful blue engulfs my tiny window.

Sunday

Sunday

by Lee Martin

A porch swing sways, and the chains in the eyehooks screwed into the rafters let out their lazy creaks as if this is a day of rest for them, too. Or nearly so.

Puddles Like Pillows

Puddles Like Pillows

by Suzanne Conboy-Hill

Things began disappearing round about March. Just little things—a newspaper left on a bench, or a sandwich wrapper—and not blown away or tumbled into a corner, just gone.

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.

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The Best American Short Stories of 2018

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