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
Jeff Bezos stepping down as Amazon CEO
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.
Worried Playground Daddy’s Blues

Worried Playground Daddy’s Blues

by Justin Hamm
On the playground I strum guitar while my daughter dangles upside down from the bar above the tall slide, and inside my middle-aged brain a movie plays.
Going Once

Going Once

by Allan Peterson
I believe it was either forever or an eight / no longer lazy on the page, / because things took longer after that, / had longer lifetimes, / and that was their sign in continuous curls.
Summit

Summit

by Natalie Homer
I wish the wild mint would bake its scent into my skin, / and I could drag it behind me, as if it were a train of silvery lace. / It never does, and that’s okay.
A Survey of the Sacred

A Survey of the Sacred

by Isabella David McCaffrey
She says, “To write poetry about sacred spaces, I must understand what I mean by sacred spaces, il faut comprendre premièrement ce que je veux dire par Terre Sacrée.”
The Polar Bear

The Polar Bear

by Jennifer Givhan
What I’m asking is will watching The Discovery / Channel with my young black boy instead / of the news coverage of the riot funerals riot arrests / riot nothing changes riots be enough to keep him / from harm?
What I Imagine My Parents Did After Dinner

What I Imagine My Parents Did After Dinner

by Brian Fanelli
In our house, nobody ever danced, / even though my father played Elvis / or Johnny Cash from the silver / CD player that rested on the nook
Long Walk Home

Long Walk Home

by Kristene Brown
Hot summer and birds pillage garbage cans, / squabbling for scraps. / With ripped jeans and knotted hair, I follow / the unpaved road to town.

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by Sarah Freligh

Open Contests

by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review

The Lascaux Prize Volume Six