Obama memoir sets records for PRH
PRH buys Simon & Schuster for $2 billion
Audible adjusts its return policy following complaints
Joy Harjo to serve a third term as US Poet Laureate
Disney gives authors the shaft
National Book Award winners announced
Recent Fiction

There, I Said It, by Tori Malcangio

In the dark, from my twin bed, I listen to Romy and her latest visitor in the sheets.
Recent Poetry

Lunchtime at the Café Buade, Quebec City, by Barbara P. Greenbaum

There is a woman in the booth next to us. / She looks at me as I remove my new hat.
Recent CNF

Big Girls Like Us, by Kelly Flynn

Every time I see my father, he asks me if I have lost weight. He has done this since I was a child.
How to submit to The Journal or enter A Contest or subscribe to Our Newsletter
Superman

Superman

by Emile DeWeaver
A mother-of-pearl mirror-stand, rolled rugs from Damascus, and other brick-a-brac from when I went through my I’m-gay-but-proud-to-be-Syrian bullshit fill the shadows in my garage.
Letter to Francisco

Letter to Francisco

by Mark Ramirez
I wonder what it feels like to die; to feel the rhythm of your body / fall to rest as you watch your final breath dissipate, / to speak only through dreams and the grainy film of memory.
Weeding

Weeding

by Art Nahill
Kneeling amidst / the camellias, roses / culling the self / sown from the cultivated / the disdained / from the highly-regarded / I’m reminded / how circumstance / defines us
Hidden in the Bone

Hidden in the Bone

by Jim Krosschell
Lately, as I’ve progressed from little walks around the living room to real walks around the block, the neighborhood seems to be different.
Face Value

Face Value

by Randy Osborne
“I don’t expect you to remember me,” she says. The Atlanta bar is loud around us. She’s maybe late 30s, with dark hair and eyes, apple cheeks, a certain kind of defiance about the lips.
Red Apple

Red Apple

by Rustin Larson
I soak my sleeve in water just to foul things up a bit, / Create a small level of misery, to keep the defense / Honest.
Garden Constellations

Garden Constellations

by Amie Sharp
The yard looks still. / Winds riffle green-coin / leaves, slim white-preened bark.
The Hideaway Motel in Altoona, Pennsylvania

The Hideaway Motel in Altoona, Pennsylvania

by Lauren Hall
Mrs. Norris begins the afterlife in room 3B, the wheels of an empty suitcase skittering behind her. She takes her crossword puzzle to a café and bides her time.
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

Book du jour
by Katie Manning

Open Contests

by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review

The Lascaux Prize Volume Six