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Recent Fiction

Paper Nests, by Laurel Miram—Pale yellow pads are best. They contrast well with black Sharpies. No one can miss a bumblebee.

Recent Poetry

If it Wasn’t for You, by Bill Ratner—I’d be a baby without skin, a parrot / without a little soap-shaped food cake, / a truck driver out of a job.

Recent CNF

Don’t Let Them See You, by Anonymous—I will soon be pitching a debut novel, and I want to know how much of an issue my age will be to agents and publishers.

New in the Bistro (our blog)

The Day Your Heart Breaks, by Stephen Parrish—The day my heart broke was the day I decided to become a writer. From the age of ten I’d wanted to be an astronaut. Granted, the choice wasn’t very original, but originality didn’t concern me at ten, the stars and planets did. It was at ten I received my first eyeglasses. Until then I had only been able to see the brightest stars, maybe twenty or so. The first time I went outside at night wearing glasses the view overwhelmed me.

Crashing

Crashing

by Alle C. Hall
She was eight and at the beach and she felt like a movie star.
Elegy for a Living Mother

Elegy for a Living Mother

by Renee Agatep
When she finally dies / she’ll meekly ask God why was it all / clattering highchairs, whiskers on stained sinks
Jenner Stones

Jenner Stones

by David Watts
At Jenner-by-the-Sea we scurry / over boulders to the place / where the breakers bear down
Abeyance

Abeyance

by Rebecca Foust
I made soup tonight, with cabbage, chard / and thyme picked outside our back door.
The Figure

The Figure

by Joseph Fasano
You sit at a window and listen to your father / crossing the dark grasses of the fields
Bliss

Bliss

by Jill Evans
In the cool morning, bright-hot now from his bath, / my child’s child leans into my lap
How Unbecoming

How Unbecoming

by Katie Tunning
I’m sorry for saying the heat death of the universe / when you asked what comforted me most
It all began around a campfire…

Beautiful language

is meant to be heard as well as read, and in fact words were vocalized eons before they were ever committed to clay or parchment. Storytelling began around campfires. We seek prose and poetry that continue the tradition.

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Lascaux Vol 8

by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review