Derek Walcott | White Egrets, Down the Coast | Poetry |
Martin Edmunds | Anno Domini 1999, Quilombo, Opium, Boca Negra | Poetry |
Matthew Rohrer | Nine Études | Poetry |
D. Nurkse | Sacrifice, The Absolute | Poetry |
Elizabeth Macklin | It Sound Like Doves or Gallon Jugs or Bottles Some How, Translation, The Smallest Transaction In Our Language, Necessity in Paris, Texas, Despite the Temptation | Poetry |
B.J. Buckley | First Cutting, Calling Out Over the Grass, Adrift, Five Horses, Lean Broken, Five O'Clock | Poetry |
Edwin Frank | December Fall, Addenda Sentences | Poetry |
Carol Moldaw | Narcissi, Torn Silk, The Light Out Here | Poetry |
Lloyd Van Brunt | The Candor of Jesus | Poetry |
Christopher Cahill | The Coarse Air | Poetry |
Dion Farquhar | Search Engine Shift, Spam.1 | Poetry |
George Franklin | Breakthrough, Luxembourg Gardens | Poetry |
Jane R. Oliensis | History of Rain; or, The Umbrella Museum | Poetry |
Michael Ruby | Inner Voices Heard Before Sleep | Poetry |
Elena Ferrante, trans. Ann Goldstein | The Lost Daughter | Prose, Translation | /features/2020/10/7/an-excerpt-from-the-lost-daughter-by-elena-ferrante-translated-by-ann-goldstein
Erica Ciccarone | Pit | Prose |
Cynthia Weiner | The Watcher | Prose | /features/2025/3/26/the-watcher-by-cynthia-weiner?rq=the%20watcher
Sameer Pandya | M-O-T-H-E-R | Prose | /features/2021/4/28/m-o-t-h-e-r-by-sameer-pandya
Odette Heideman | Madame Solomon | Prose |
Joel Hinman | The Minuteman | Prose |
Joe Tully | Waiting for Mr. Haskell | Prose |
Carla Gericke | Father Let Me Walk With Thee | Prose |
Lorri McDole | As Patient As Death | Prose |
Douglas Rogers | The Bait | Prose |
Anna Steegmann | Mein Harlem | Prose |
Jeffrey Gustavson | Native Hazardings: Asymptotes of Poetry | Prose |
Gail Albert Halaban | This Stage of Motherhood | Art |
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