Sean Lovelace Above western France, James Franco tumbled (more sucked out actually) from a C-82 cargo plane and spinning, spinning, through strands of torn cotton, whirls of luggage-shaped...
Randon Billings Noble wait|wāt| verb no obj. List I paced a room, a neighborhood Ate a party-sized bag of ripple chips Whispered “Heathcliff” in the dark Hit myself in the face with a...
2016 Pushcart Prize We are pleased to announce our 2016 Pushcart Prize nominations! Fiction Nominees Siamak Vossoughi, “The Lie and the Truth” Miranda...
Jill Magi her heat rose as she stepped out in front of herself as the American Medical Association fatally weakened the drive for socialized medicine by 1949, she locked...
Miranda Schmidt When the two people come into the woods, they bring their noise with them. They crackle old leaves in new hiking boots, snap pictures and laugh as they point at birds and...
Jill Christman Here is the so-called dead grandmother story the teacher told us not to write. Everybody has one. Once upon a time there was a shy, bookish, bespectacled girl with a larger...
Sueyeun Juliette Lee Elemental fire in its purest blue hue captures an echo of human hands outstretched towards the end. Flicker flash consumption and a quiver, or breath spurts from what...
Collier Nogues 1. Of fire: she remembers sitting with her father at the upstairs hearth, before they had a furnace. Not the conflagration of the high school, not the brick church burning. Not the...
Kim Chinquee At the auction I wear a bright pink tank top and walk around in my bare feet. I touch my face. I’m so hot that my teeth hurt. People stand around a flatbed, where the...