We are excited to release our official nominations for the Pushcart Prize for 2018. These four pieces stood out among our excellent publication list this year for their beauty, poignancy, or lasting resonance. The works we chose to nominate are:…
As the last restraint clicked on my arms, they tightened
the belts across my chest and waist. A dark figure rose
behind the surgery windows, leaned forward.
Overhead speakers, said: Begin.
Preparing numbness, an attendant sobbed,
I can’t …
Before they fixed it up, traffic could drive all the way around Marheinkeplatz until it reached the dead-end cement posts at Bergmannstrasse in front of our pub. We spent all day on barstools along the front window with …
At Marshall Fields that year
When I was eight,
They took a photograph to make
A doll with my face,
My wavy auburn hair.
I unwrapped that doll
On Christmas day. She had
A wardrobe of clothes
Chloe Yelena Miller
Three Weeks Early
Most of me, all of you, hidden:
blue curtain along my bare clavicle.
My head turned to one side to vomit,
jaw rattled with cold, gasps.
Your father held my hand, kissed my face.…
“Each dance, Elmore, has a specific narrative. Take the waltz, from the German wälzen, or to turn. It’s a dance of conquest, in which the lead, usually, but not always male, allows the partner, usually, but …
Yvonne Higgins Leach
POPSICLES AND A LIFETIME LATER
The cabin porch stairs squeak
as they sit down on the peeling paint.
The summer sun is forgiving
in her gaze. A popsicle
in each of their hands—
the red and …
It’s our last episode for now, listeners! We’re sorry to be winding down the podcast for the immediate future, but there will still be plenty of great content to enjoy on this podcast, including author readings from our issues and …
someone pulling open the
emergency exit, sucking me
out as I grab onto the door
frame— then whip away,
perhaps still buckled to my seat
with other hapless fliers
hurtling through sheer freezing
blue toward the cloud cover’s…