Pushcart Prize Nominations 2024

It’s that time of year—and our Pushcart Prize nominations are in! The Pushcart anthology is an annual publication that highlights short fiction, poetry, and nonfiction published by little magazines and small indie presses from around the world. It is a well-known...

Best of the Net 2024 Nominations

The Selkie has a long tradition of proudly championing traditionally marginalised voices. As part of our efforts, we are excited to announce that we have nominated several contributions for the 2024 Best of the Net anthology. Best of the Net, a project created by...

Come Home by Jen Cornick

A squealing giggle broke through the radio static for a moment, making the laughter sound older than it might have been. ‘You’re coming home,’ it whispered as Lucy and Sawyer drove down the highway, the only light coming from their car. Weeds had even started to push...

The Boy Who Went at 137 mph by Alice Langley

When Aaron Fletcher became the boy that got to 137 mph on the M76, everyone heard about it, including the police. The way Aaron tells it, they couldn’t catch him, even blue-lighting all the way to the edge of the slate-grey sea.  I was amazed that Aaron’s 1997 Skoda...

Selected Poems by E.R. De Siqueira

Facetiming (First lockdown, 2020) how soon is it hanging up the phone & instantly sigh almost dial back & yearn for that voice materialised—your stubbled chin— knowing it’s crimson dark at the Bosphorus & still mid-afternoon outside my window              ...

Selected Poems by Luigi Coppola

We Used Every Part of the Tree Set to music here: https://youtu.be/3sJgo6577dA  First, we lapped at every leaf then tore the veins out with our teeth. For seconds, we licked the twigs until they were pale and our tongues were sore. Third, we spiked the branches...

Common Sense of the People by Katie Harrison

Swiped   I met Paul the old-fashioned way. It’s unimaginable to think we used our fingers. Left, right, left, right, left, right. Right? We were in phase four of the Government’s plan. Or was it five? First, they stopped public gatherings. Then the schools...

Three transatlantic songs by Erin Clark

1. That annoying midwesterner who loves snow   What Brits call “grit”—safety substance— to dissolve ice and snow. Salt-commingled sand,reddish like a radish, ferrous, but mostlythe color of pink sick on the groundearly in the morning outside a nightclub.Somehow...

Third Eye by Nadica Trajkova

Above the quaint and quiet apartment building located in the middle of an unnamed city floats a giant eye. It is hideous, large, swollen, and bloodshot, capillaries twirling and twisting like snakes throughout the entire eyeball. The optic nerve which connected it to...

Selected Poems by Ciaran McDermott

What the Trees Say at Dawn Oneduskymoon-honeyed glissandothreaded through thorned ribcagefluxed mosaic of sustained blossomrefracted in delicate chords of light probingumbra of submarine rasp grasping for a...

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