Trump Admin revokes Wole Soyinka’s visa
László Krasznahorkai wins the Nobel Prize in Literature
Arthur Sze is the new U.S. Poet Laureate
What writers need to know about copyright
Is the tide shifting to indie presses?
Florida schools pull books under pressure
You’ve Got to be Vigilant, Wes
by Emily Rinkema
I think about killing people all the time.
The Cartographers
by Alexander Weinstein
Publicly, we sold memories under Quimbly, Barrett & Woods, but when it was just the three of us, working late into the night, we thought of ourselves as mapmakers.
The Interview
by Emily Rinkema
I’m ten minutes late to the interview to be my mother’s daughter. I’m confident, as her actual daughter, her only child, that I’ll have a leg up.
Kid Disappeared
by Jessica Jo Staricka
We didn’t wear swimsuits because the water was supposed to be all gone, and who’d want to swim in dead-ten-year-old-kid soup anyway?
If You Didn’t Know, You’re Already There
by Tommy Dean
You used to cook for four, now after the kids have gone to college, and the divorce is finalized, and you and your husband, you keep forgetting to put the ex in front of this yoking title, have downgraded to shared-walled duplexes.
Détente
by Dawn Tasaka Steffler
Because the internet said, children who lose a parent to suicide are more likely to die from suicide.
The Broke Side of Austin
by Lauri Maerov
Day after New Year’s, I buried my husband Curtis, who should have died of shame but pancreatic cancer got him first.
Outline
by E.M. Dasche
I’ve never seen such a beautiful sunrise: blackberry purple fading into sherbet orange and all the other delicious colors in between.
The Reach
by Trent Lewin
Pick a star, a voice reminds me. Follow it. Do something big.
The Body Holds Onto What it Needs
by Tommy Dean
They sit in camping chairs, at the edge of the lake, the water murky as they wait for the dark to crown the night and the fireworks to start.
It all began around a campfire…
Beautiful language
is meant to be heard as well as read, and in fact words were vocalized eons before they were ever committed to clay or parchment. Storytelling began around campfires. We seek prose and poetry that continue the tradition.
Contributor Spotlight:
You Are Leaving the American Sector
by Rebecca Foust
Open Contests
by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review
