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Recent Fiction
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.
Recent Poetry
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.
Recent CNF
The Iranian Blue-Glazed Pottery, by Lynn Mundell
The Iranian blue-glazed pottery sat on our parents’ shelves for years.
Living With Lies
by Gita M. Smith
Whenever someone asks me, “So, what do you do?” I like to say, “I am a crash test dummy tech for the National Highway Traffic Safety folks.”
Clemency
by Cady Vishniac
A dead ringer for Josey. She sneezes as she walks into the pharmacy, and I look up from the newspaper I’m not supposed to be reading.
America
by Katherine Riegel
I never dreamt of you but of your parts: / my flatland home, the mountains my mother loved, / beach where I could look out and see only not-you.
Dispatches From the Backseat of the Last Honest Service Taxi in Beirut
by Sara Saab
From Hamra to Bliss St, we’ll list the loves we’ve thrown in the sea.
Yellow Paper
by Amanda Kabak
Now that Kate was safely out of the way—silenced permanently in a corner plot with a view of the freeway—the pedigreed vultures swooped in.
Turbulence
by Maggie Smith
The sky shakes us / like a shoe with a stone inside. / Even the smallest stone hurts.
Mr. Chips and the Mango-Tango Mother Ship
by Alice Hatcher
Marylou was breaking it off with the human race once and for all, leaving the whole miserable lot for good, and this time for real.
If I Have a Daughter
by April Ford
If I could have a daughter, / it would be my life goal to make sure she never—not in a million years ever— / confused one kind of touch for another.
Improv
by Roy White
Let’s make a wedding photo, you and I. / I’m blind and you weren’t there, but between us / we can do this.
The Flying Dutchman
by Annette Gendler
February 3, 1946. Rain pounded the railcar’s roof. Karl felt as if inside a drum. A stuffy drum, smelling of wet wool and unwashed bodies.
Fireside
Required Reading
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The Glass Hotel
by Emily St. John Mandel
The Geek’s Guide to the Writing Life: an Instructional Memoir for Prose Writers
by Stephanie Vanderslice
Keep Moving: Notes on Loss, Creativity, and Change
by Maggie Smith
The 2020 Pushcart Prize Winners
Edited by Bill Henderson
Winner of the National Book Award in Fiction
Trust Exercise
by Susan Choi
Debunking Copyright Myths
by Janet Fries and Jennifer Criss
from Copyright Alliance
Don’t Be a Jerk to Your Online Humor Editor
by Chris Monks
from Vulture
An Amputee Looks Through a Ring
by Dina Peone
from Poor Yorick
Becoming Dr. Seuss
by Brian Jay Jones
The Three Words That Almost Ruined Me As a Writer
by Sonya Huber
from Literary Hub
