Nonfiction Lois Greene Stone
I wasn’t even sixteen yet, and I could see my mother’s expression of ‘my daughter is getting older’. I didn’t know whether to shift my position or just hold it for her to continue with forthcoming flowery-phrases.
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Blog Leslie Maxwell
What do you all think about Hemingway’s statement? This way of putting the choice on the reader? Are there any contemporary examples that ask something similar of the reader?
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Poetry Sasha Fletcher
I shoot horses. Or, I have.
I have shot horses. I have stood on a hill
and written you a long and involved letter
regarding my feelings.
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Nonfiction Ester Bloom
The men in my family are gone. My uncle, a software programmer for IBM who made the same Thanksgiving dinner every year since 1987 from a menu in Esquire, died the most suddenly and recently of the three, though cancer took them all. “Suddenly” doesn’t do justice to the speed of the...
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Fiction judged by David Means
Poetry judged by Matthea Harvey
Nonfiction judged by Mary Roach
POETRY AND NONFICTION NOW EXTENDED TO DEC 31
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Poetry Josh Fomon
You wrinkle in this palace you will curdle
this pony as it molds to my face. My love
shrieks from postured sculpture. This space
is elegant with rooms caked in honey
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Nonfiction Jessica McCaughey
The pitch of the accordion begins low in the dark, but as the spotlight slowly focuses, I see the bellows of the instrument open up, the top ahead of the bottom, like a giant fan in the musician’s arms. As the invisible reeds vibrate, one note becomes two in the air above...
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Visual Art Meredith Steele
She moves color around the surface and plops it quickly into positive and negative spaces. Edges are often repainted to keep them bold and contrasting. There is a constant search for dynamic compositions, active surfaces, and intense color combinations.
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Blog Daniel D'Angelo
We’re so self-interested that we’ll buy anything that supposedly will make us better, happier—we’ll buy things that explain our memories to us, that tidy up our mistakes, our car crashes, the deaths (physically and emotionally) we’ve observed. These poems do, perhaps, demonstrate our ability to create solutions...
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