The NBA longlists
Give something a name, and suddenly it’s a thing
NBA gives Drew Barrymore the boot
No more mandatory deposit at the copyright office
Groups file suit to block the insane Texas book rating law
A generational shift at PRH


You or Someone You Know
by B.A. Van Sise
I like the South. It’s America’s side porch: a great place to hang out, watch the world go by, stay dry when a rainstorm hits as you watch and whisper we needed this.

Lobotomy
by LaVie Saad
It’s a traditional house, because every morning when the sun rises, when sweet yellow rays reach to kiss our bronze skin through the hand-sewn curtains and double-paneled windows, they only find mine.

Bulimics Go to the Gas Station
by Chloe Cook
It’s Sunday, which means instead of eating in the cafeteria, one unlucky counselor (sorry, Jamie) must lead our small recovery circus to an undisclosed location for food.

Don’t Let Them See You
by Anonymous
I will soon be pitching a debut novel, and I want to know how much of an issue my age will be to agents and publishers.

Distance
by Treena Thibodeau
A week before the party, I text my newfound brother and sister about social distancing. The wording has to be right; I don’t want to sound uptight.

Cassandra’s Prophecy to No One in Particular
by Anna Hundert
If you were to think that all love is somehow cosmic or universally anointing, you might think that all love songs are about God.

After That, Try This:
by Christiana Louisa Langenberg
Stare at your reflection in the storefront window. She looks familiar, you think.

I Will Tell You This Much, and Then We’ll Never Talk About It
by April Ford
The flashbacks are harder to handle now that spring’s almost here. They strike when I can’t easily get back to my pandemic bubble of myself and two cats.

Towel Racks
by Wilson M. Sims
And then I was buying gas station beers and cigarettes, because for some reason I wasn’t supposed to show up to rehab sober.

Thank You, Girls!
by Dvora Wolff Rabino
I’m culling needless items from kitchen, baths, and linen closets. I’m curating friendships. Now it’s your turn to go.