Dr. Seuss’s biographer on unpublishing six of his books
Six Dr. Seuss books scrapped due to racism
Hugh Howey’s publishing values
Beat poet Lawrence Ferlinghetti has died
Bookstore sales fell 28.3% in 2020
Ebook price fixing suit expands to big five
Recent Fiction
Crystal Pigs, by Allison Brice
I took my breakup quietly, like a pitiful February rain with no lightning.
Recent Poetry
Changing Hearts, by David Watts
I heard for the second time / the news of his heart transplant, / details like a post card from a foreign country
Recent CNF
My Stepmother, Myself, by Abi Stephenson
She didn’t have to love me. Biology didn’t force her hand the way it does for mothers.
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.
Black Lives Matter
by Wendy Russ
Our message to Black writers: We want to hear your voice. We see you, we know you have things to say, and we want to see submissions from you. Please give us a chance to lift you up. We will actively recruit writers we see out on the internet. If you don’t come to us, we will come to you.
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.
Upper Peninsula
by Andrew Hemmert
If the places you go become you, / you must account for the drive-through / liquor store housed in the old carwash.
The Iranian Blue-Glazed Pottery
by Lynn Mundell
The Iranian blue-glazed pottery sat on our parents’ shelves for years.
Nevermore
by Katie Manning
“And you know what the raven says.”
Joshua
by Jordana Jacobs
Inside the ovaries of my husband’s grandmother, Sylvie, resided an egg the size of a grain of sand that would have been Hannah, my brilliant and accomplished mother-in-law.
On Learning That My Daughter’s Rapist Has Been Taught to Write a Poem
by Katharyn Howd Machan
about his sadness. / About how the moon hung full / that morning, every morning
Book du jour
by Sarah Freligh
Open Contests
by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review
The Lascaux Prize Volume Six
