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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.
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Living With Lies

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

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

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.
Yellow Paper

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

Turbulence

by Maggie Smith
The sky shakes us / like a shoe with a stone inside. / Even the smallest stone hurts.
If I Have a Daughter

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

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

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