The Salmon/Over by Sean Dudley
The noise my brothers made as they got out of bed would wake me up most mornings. There were four of us in the one room, split between two sets of bunk beds. Two of my brothers had to get up early six days out of seven and head down to the brewery for their shifts. I...The fight is all I’ve ever known by Klara Pertmann
I’m visiting my parents. The coffee tastes like COVID and the soap smells like me trying my hardest. Rolling out my yoga mat on the floor, I remember all the times I’ve been here before. In this house and home, in this practice of breathing, stretching, and...Selected Poems by M. T. Vallarta
At the Huntington Gardens Something monstrous turns my way but is blanketed by the prettiest lilac down all gushed in purple-white. —“Mourn You Better,” Muriel Leung Lotus (nelumbo nucifera): once cherished in [ ]; the flower that rises...A Postcard from Norway by Kati Bumbera
The islets look like turtles with mossy backs, sleeping breathless in the placid lake. Nothing stirs. The Arctic summer has flooded the sky and erased the landmarks between hours and days. I walk around in a daze, wide-eyed, not knowing how tired I am, like a child...Maura, I’ll Trade You My Pseudonym for Your Anonymity by Leia K. Bradley
Maura, last night you asked me if Flirting With Misandry was a good title. I said you should fill a lake with misandry and swim around in it— that’d be better, why flirt when you can fuck it— and you laughed in lithe indigos. Like titles were genders in the making,...The Tea Picking Club by Grasea
It started out in uncontained excitement. The sky was incomprehensible, vision compromised by a thick white fog that blanketed almost every inch of the environment. The trees, the grass, the red soil, the landmarks – everything, it seemed, had been sucked up by the...hye (혜) by Karis Ryu
After An Suk-seon and Eleana J. Kim 생전사후 이 원통을 알어 줄이가 뉘 있드란 말이냐 춘향가 중 “쑥대머리” I once read a book about landmines. It described a man whose name I don’t remember scavenging along the DMZ. I don’t remember how, but the metal in the landmines made him a life in his...No Use Crying Over Spilled— by Chiara Bullen
She had learned to read for this outing, but that didn’t stop her from ignoring the sign stuck to the window. The glass was solid, stoic beneath her clammy hands. The delicate clouds of condensation left by her fingertips were almost enough to fascinate her. Almost....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...