Amanda Gorman’s inaugural poem was wonderful
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Foundry Lit founding partner taken to court
Obama memoir tops 2020 bestseller list
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Oh happy day: Trump finally concedes election
Recent Fiction
The Company of Shallow Holes, by Dino Parenti
One unremarkable March day, a man began puncturing random holes in his withered pasture with a post-hole digger.
Recent Poetry
Ecru, by Oak Morse
We were all one beautiful blend / of mama’s love. My brother, / the color of ecru, the other one / sepia, and me, ebony.
Recent CNF
Playground Doctrine, by Myna Chang
In the grit of a 1975 farm town, 9-year-old girls weigh about 60 pounds, even wicked little girls with bad women for mommas.
Abeyance
by Rebecca Foust
I made soup tonight, with cabbage, chard / and thyme picked outside our back door.
Why I Froze My Ass Off in a “Frozen” Costume on a Street Corner Just before the Election
by Melissa Hart
On the Friday before Election Day, I shivered on the side of a busy street in Eugene, Oregon wearing a costume from the Disney film Frozen and holding a giant orange sign that read “Do You Want to Build a Democracy?”
The Figure
by Joseph Fasano
You sit at a window and listen to your father / crossing the dark grasses of the fields
On the Diamond Behind Garfield Elementary, Melvin White Proves There Is But One Boog Powell
by Roy Bentley
When Dave Wheeler fielded the hard one-hopper / to short, he fired the ball to Melvin White
Bliss
by Jill Evans
In the cool morning, bright-hot now from his bath, / my child’s child leans into my lap
How Unbecoming
by Katie Tunning
I’m sorry for saying the heat death of the universe / when you asked what comforted me most
Remains
by Maureen Simons
They came back every year to lay flowers at the spot. Two little girls, hand in hand, walked soundlessly up Nora’s driveway.
Candy: A Teenage Gospel
by Tommy Dean
I promised I wouldn’t follow, that I’d have to stay alive, because the people would demand a witness.
For My Siren
by Emily Bornstein
Don’t tell me there isn’t something pretty about you / (don’t tell me you don’t know it).
Promise
by Lynn McGee
I cradle him, big kid curled like an infant, water rocking, / chlorine staunching his vivid knees, belly swollen, / legs blue.
Book du jour
by Sarah Freligh
Open Contests
by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review
The Lascaux Prize Volume Six
