PAPER MACHE ON THE DRAIN by Soheon Rhee
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PLENTY OF FISH by Dylan Cook
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A PIERCE OF ANGELS by KC Pedersen
KC PedersenA PIERCE OF ANGELS Light airs! Light airs! A pierce of angels! Theodore Roethke …it is not the skill of the hand / That writes poetry, but water, trees, / And the sky which is clear to us even…
SPONGE BATH by Tracy Rothschild Lynch
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CATALOGUE BABY: A MEMOIR OF INFERTILITY by Myriam Steinberg, reviewed by Brian Burmeister
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DEAR BEAR, poems by Ae Hee Lee, reviewed by Juniper Jordan Cruz
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THE NATURAL MOTHER OF THE CHILD: A MEMOIR OF NONBINARY PARENTHOOD by Krys Malcolm Belc, reviewed by Beth Kephart
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RESONANT PLACES: Houses We Live in, Homes that Live in Our Writing, a Fiction Craft Essay by Ellen Prentiss Campbell
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FUND WHAT YOU FEAR by Marnie Goodfriend
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AT A CAFÉ IN VICTORIA, BC TWO GREY-HAIRED MEN TALK ABOUT LOVE by Kate Peterson
Kate PetersonAT A CAFÉ IN VICTORIA, BC TWO GREY-HAIRED MEN TALK ABOUT LOVE She’s in the garden all the time and I’ve got my bridge, and the next thing you know you’re living different lives. One asks the other, If…
LAST GESTURE by James Miller
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LITTLE GRIEF SONG, JULY 2020 by Laura Tanenbaum
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SAN ANDREAS HEAVEN by Nick Olson
Nick OlsonSAN ANDREAS HEAVEN I remember back in the day Nick used to try to get to Heaven. Heaven was a glitched-out place in San Andreas where nothing made sense or seemed quite real, and Nick would come home most…
FALL OF MAN, a visual narrative by Jennifer Hayden
Jennifer HaydenFALL OF MAN a visual narrative Scroll down for an interview with Jennifer Hayden by Cleaver Visual Narrative Editor Emily Steinberg Hayden is the author of The Story of My Tits, the Eisner-nominated graphic memoir about her experience with…
I AM THAT GROUP OF PICTURES OF SPIDERWEBS MADE BY SPIDERS ON DIFFERENT DRUGS by Valerie Loveland
Valerie LovelandI AM THAT GROUP OF PICTURES OF SPIDERWEBS MADE BY SPIDERS ON DIFFERENT DRUGS Scientists call everything an experiment, …………………….even when ……iit is actually a meme even when …………………………..it is actually a spiderweb beauty contest Scientists don’t realize even…
AMMONITES by Ann de Forest
Ann de ForestAMMONITES mountains once were ocean evidence coils beneath our feet prehistoric curlicues not yet nautilus not yet snail not yet calcified turban washed up on the beach ………………………void of any tender ……………………………….creature barely old enough to remember tasmanian…
I’M NOT SORRY by Ali Kojak
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LEPIDOPTERA by Lorette C. Luzajic
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TRADE CRAFT by Jason Jobin
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FISH FEEL NO PAIN by Michelle Renee Hoppe
Michelle Renee HoppeFISH FEEL NO PAIN My little brother held a trout, a rainbow burning bright enough to eclipse reflections. The fish did not reflect, but the stream did, and he took a mighty brown watery rock to spill the…
WEBSITE INSECURITY QUESTIONS by David Galef
David GalefWEBSITE INSECURITY QUESTIONS What was your first pet’s favorite color? How many pets have you neglected since then? This is about your father, isn’t it? How often do you think about sex? What did you drink on your first…
PANDEMIC MOTHER’S DAY, STOKOE FARMS, UPSTATE NEW YORK by Anne Panning
Anne PanningPANDEMIC MOTHER’S DAY, STOKOE FARMS, UPSTATE NEW YORK Cost of admission: purchase of two dozen apple cider donuts, delivered to cars by a masked grandmother. As part of the donut deal, you earned drive-through privileges to view exotic animals.…
GIRL IN THE ENCHANTED KINGDOM by Sandra Florence
Sandra FlorenceGIRL IN THE ENCHANTED KINGDOM We are playing Concentration. First, she finds the Jacks and then the Queens. Her head was lopsided when she was born, and she stared up at me with rolling grey eyes. I unwrapped her…
LOOKING UP by Sarah Berger
Sarah BergerLOOKING UP One thing I did when I was twenty was fall in love with a Roman Catholic boy and get all confused. I was a half-Jew-half-gentile quasi-Lutheran atheist, led as in a trance to the burly God of…
CHERRY BOMB by Todd Clay Stuart
Todd Clay StuartCHERRY BOMB The object of the game is to see how long we can hold a lit Cherry Bomb in our hand before tossing it away. Ray-Ray Campbell claims he’s champion of the fucking world. Took the title…
ADDING APPETIZERS by Claire Oleson
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THE LOBSTER by Gabby Capone
Gabby CaponeTHE LOBSTER It was winter, mid-December, much too cold to leave him there—the lobster, on my porch. I don’t know how he got there, whether he’d walked or hailed a cab. But it was snowing, and he looked so…
WE’VE WAITED FOR VACCINES by Rebecca Entel
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MAKING THE READER FEEL SOMETHING. PLEASE. SHOW AND TELL, A Craft Essay by Shuly Xóchitl Cawood
Shuly Xóchitl CawoodMAKING THE READER FEEL SOMETHING. PLEASE. SHOW AND TELL. “Show, don’t tell.” An old piece of writing advice, generally good advice, but sometimes hard to know how to do it well. Also, confusing, because telling is often part…
A GHOST IN THE THROAT, a novel by Doireann Ní Ghríofa, reviewed by Beth Kephart
Fiction by Doireann Ní Ghríofa, reviewed by Beth KephartA GHOST IN THE THROAT (Biblioasis) “This is a female text,” Doireann Ní Ghríofa asserts as her story begins. A rouse. A prayer. A persuasion. A female text because Ní Ghríofa suffuses…
MICHELLE ROSS INTERVIEWS DAN CRAWLEY, AUTHOR OF STRAIGHT DOWN THE ROAD, A NOVELLA IN FLASH
Interview by Michelle RossDan Crawley, Author of STRAIGHT DOWN THE ROAD, a novella in flash Dan Crawley’s novella-in-flash, Straight Down the Road, was highly commended by judge Michael Loveday in the 2019 Bath Novella in Flash Award and published by…
THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS, a Young Adult Novel by Chloe Gong, reviewed by Kristie Gadson
Fiction by Chloe Gong, reviewed by Kristie Gadson THESE VIOLENT DELIGHTS (Simon Pulse, Simon & Schuster) Chloe Gong’s These Violent Delights is a vibrant reimagining of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, taking place during the Roaring Twenties in Shanghai of…
QUEER (PRIVATE) EYE: Crafting a New Hardboiled Sleuth, a Craft Essay by Margot Douaihy
Margot DouaihyQUEER (PRIVATE) EYE: Crafting a New Hardboiled Sleuth “It was a blonde. A blonde to make a bishop kick a hole in a stained-glass window.” —Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep There’s arguably no writer more emblematic of the hardboiled…
COME ON UP, short stories by Jordi Nopca, reviewed by Michael McCarthy
Fiction by Jordi Nopca, translated by Mara Faye Lethem, reviewed by Michael McCarthy COME ON UP (Bellevue Literary Press) At first, it’s a promise. Come on up! It’s a pledge made to every up-and-comer in Barcelona. The city provides a…
A MEMOIR CONVERSATION with David Marchino and Beth Kephart
A MEMOIR CONVERSATION
with David Marchino and Beth Kephart
A former student (now a writer and a teacher) finds himself in his once-teacher’s memoir. A conversation ensues about mirrors, facsimiles, and blankness.AVOIDING / EMBRACING: Strategies for Writers with Anxiety Disorders A Craft Essay by Bailey Bridgewater
Bailey BridgewaterAVOIDING / EMBRACING: Strategies for Writers with Anxiety Disorders Ah, writing and mental health conditions—a power couple in the collective imagination of what influences how artists create. Biographies, movies, TV shows, and even books have reinforced the idea that…
What I Learned from Jennifer Egan’s Use of Sensory Detail, a Craft Essay by Sandy Smith
Sandy SmithWhat I Learned from Jennifer Egan’s Use of Sensory Detail On a friend’s repeated urging to read Jennifer Egan’s 2010 Pulitzer Prize-winning novel Visit from the Goon Squad, I went to my small local bookstore. They had no copies…
SISTERHOOD: How the Books we Both Read Helped Me Write My Sister’s Life into Fiction, a Craft Essay by Jane Rosenberg LaForge
Jane Rosenberg LaForgeSISTERHOOD: How the Books we Both Read Helped Me Write My Sister’s Life into Fiction When my sister, Susan, was still in elementary school, a family friend gave her a book for her birthday, The Wizard of Wallaby…
WHITE MAGIC, essays by Elissa Washuta, reviewed by Eric Buechel
Nonfiction by Elissa Washuta, reviewed by Eric BuechelWHITE MAGIC (Tin House) In Elissa Washuta’s book of linked essays, White Magic, she writes about her substance abuse candidly, describing getting high with cough syrup as a teenager in her school’s bathroom…
A BOOK BY ANY OTHER NAME: ON TITLES AND DATING: A Craft Essay by Melinda Scully
Melinda ScullyA BOOK BY ANY OTHER NAME: ON TITLES AND DATING Imagine a reader is on a blind date with your book or short story. Maybe a friend set them up, or they ventured out for a local singles speed-dating…
LA BALEINE by Claire Rudy Foster
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THE MOMENT I KNEW I LOVED ____ by Sydney Steward
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CHRIST (OR MAYBE JOHN LENNON) IN A PRISON WAITING ROOM by Maya Savin Miller
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WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL YOUR LIFE? by L. L. Babb
L. L. BabbWHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL YOUR LIFE? In a minivan borrowed from Connie’s sister, Connie and Lori were on their way to the town of Locke. Connie drove, keeping her eyes straight ahead. So far there had been…
SLOW STARTER by Louise Barry
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CATCHING AIR by Darlene Eliot
Darlene EliotCATCHING AIR Kevin rolled his ankle on August 25th and never stopped talking about it. The steep hill, the bearings, the cross street of killer cars, the way he caught air before landing on the compost heap placed-there-by-God so…
SILENT KILLER by James Stewart III
James Stewart IIISILENT KILLER Nine months into the global pandemic that has taken more than 200,000 lives in the US, it was finally my turn to go to the doctor. However, despite the ever-present fear and paranoia that turns every…
I LIKE IT by Jinna Han
Jinna HanI LIKE IT If there was a fly on the wall right now, my eyes would be following it. As there isn’t, I resign myself to banging my feet against the chair leg and watching my pencil roll across…
SUNRISE by Steve Gergley
Steve GergleySUNRISE Manga Today I stole a violin and sold it for drugs. It belonged to a blond-haired kid no older than fifteen. I took it after he walked out of church and started masturbating to a manga in the…
House of Mirrors by Neal J. Suit
Neal J. SuitHouse of Mirrors The police cruiser appeared as the dusty orange of dusk settled. The car’s lights and sirens remained off because it wasn’t an emergency. Rumors swept across the town. Katie had run away. She was abducted.…