By Shelagh Powers Johnson / Fiction / In her more brutal moments, Maeve would say that the wrong child had survived: when the...

By Jordan Nishkian / Flash / “I have a plan to get the new hen to start laying eggs,” Eddie said, interrupting Ada’s assigned reading...

By Iris Harris / Flash /   Terrance stands in front of the mirror, averting his eye from the disdainful reflection of four decades. Long,...

By Tighe Flatley / Nonfiction /   Close your eyes. Think of a Victoria’s Secret store: the hip-hop–infused pop music squeezing...

By Sara Femenella / Poetry /   In an Uber through the valley of the blackest Birds, my mouth tastes like someone else’s   ...

By Molly Pershin Raynor / Second Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Poetry /

By Emily Withnall / Second Place, 2024 Plentitudes Prize in Nonfiction / He’d start fights with me on the rare occasions I tried to leave...

By Mary Angelino / Poetry / Opening shot: the ingénue notices how they appreciate beauty— the high-backed chair at the office, leather...

By Veronica Wasson / Fiction / I was born for something else. Or so I thought. Open the heart. I waited on the platform. The yellow...

By Caio Major / Nonfiction / Riding in the passenger seat of my first boyfriend’s truck, either shortly before or shortly after we made...

By Emma Bolden / Poetry / the problem with daughters is they must also be people & the problem with people is some must also be daughters...

By Halsey Hyer / Poetry / Due to the abuse I've endured from [redacted] over the past two years I won’t be the same again. Please share...

By Caio Major / Nonfiction / 1. What It’s Like About a month ago (or maybe six weeks ago, I’m not sure, time has been acting funny...

By Joseph Byrd / Poetry / Half seeing is whole seeing, if being clear is the ultimate opacity. Once I had the audacity to be found...

By Ed Davis / Fiction / Marla hadn’t been home five minutes before the doorbell rang. Shit. She’d’ve ignored it except she was expecting...

By LaRita Dixon / Poetry / I remember the day I discovered that I was a black woman I had looked into mirrors all my life And I had seen...

by Jack Cooper / Nonfiction / The chronological sorting of memories is an interesting challenge. My time then is distant and blurry,...

by James Callan / Fiction / I saw her in a crowd.​ She? Maybe not. The sex sat right upon the edge, indeterminate. One angle revealed a...

by Terry Connell / Nonfiction / Three years after breaking up with Shelly, and only two weeks from finishing my student teaching, I found...

by Jeanne Althouse / Nonfiction / At the coffee shop where he took me afterwards, he played the Bach Toccata and Fugue in D minor on my...