Remaining RWA board members resign
B&N truly misfired during Black History Month
Suspense novelist Mary Higgins Clark has died
American Dirt raises questions about Own Voices
WTF, Missouri?
Dreamspinner spins out of control
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 CNF
The Iranian Blue-Glazed Pottery, by Lynn Mundell
The Iranian blue-glazed pottery sat on our parents’ shelves for years.
Five by Perchik
by Simon Perchik
This dirt still mimics sweat / lies down alongside, unsure / your lips would quiet it / though the finger that is familiar / probably is yours –could be enough
Warped Optimism
by Diane Payne
After making the one hundred mile drive with my daughter for the Breast MRI appointment, she takes off to meet an old friend who is a medical student at the hospital.
Superman
by Emile DeWeaver
A mother-of-pearl mirror-stand, rolled rugs from Damascus, and other brick-a-brac from when I went through my I’m-gay-but-proud-to-be-Syrian bullshit fill the shadows in my garage.
A College Classroom in the Month of May
by Lowell Jaeger
Silence after I call your name this morning / earns another black mark in the roll book.
Letter to Francisco
by Mark Ramirez
I wonder what it feels like to die; to feel the rhythm of your body / fall to rest as you watch your final breath dissipate, / to speak only through dreams and the grainy film of memory.
Weeding
by Art Nahill
Kneeling amidst / the camellias, roses / culling the self / sown from the cultivated / the disdained / from the highly-regarded / I’m reminded / how circumstance / defines us
Hidden in the Bone
by Jim Krosschell
Lately, as I’ve progressed from little walks around the living room to real walks around the block, the neighborhood seems to be different.
Face Value
by Randy Osborne
“I don’t expect you to remember me,” she says. The Atlanta bar is loud around us. She’s maybe late 30s, with dark hair and eyes, apple cheeks, a certain kind of defiance about the lips.
Red Apple
by Rustin Larson
I soak my sleeve in water just to foul things up a bit, / Create a small level of misery, to keep the defense / Honest.
Garden Constellations
by Amie Sharp
The yard looks still. / Winds riffle green-coin / leaves, slim white-preened bark.
Fireside
Required Reading
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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
The O.Henry Award Winners
Edited by Laura Furman
