I saw him when I entered the lobby. A tall man, sitting down. American or Australian or British. Young but not that young. Starting to bald. He had what the Japanese called a tall nose. When he stood, his body arched, then kept going, reminding me of a solitary egret, uncomfortable in rumpled feathered skin….
Edward Hirsch, 100 Poems to Break Your Heart (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2021) Elizabeth Spires, Kate’s Light (Holiday House, 2021) Maura Stanton, Interiors (Finishing Line Press, March 2022)
Laura van den Berg recommends The Mysteries by Marisa Silver (Bloomsbury Publishing, 2021). “Silver’s latest is brilliant on the life-warping power of grief, and on the tactile etherealness of childhood. A suspenseful and deeply felt novel.” Rosellen Brown recommends Imagine the Dog by Cecilia Pinto (Texas Review Press, 2021). “There aren’t enough presses that dare…
Ploughshares is pleased to present Vincent Yu with the third annual Ashley Leigh Bourne Prize for Fiction for his short story “You Just Make Me So Happy,” which appeared in the Fall 2020 issue, edited by Editor-in-chief Ladette Randolph. The $2,500 prize, sponsored by longtime patron Hunter C. Bourne III and selected by our editors,…
On the first day of my graduate workshop, sometimes I will ask the writers to draw an undersea creature and put it on the chalkboard. They do it willingly, and some are surprisingly good artists, making convincing jellyfish and eel out of chalk. Another might draw a blob of a whale, someone makes the classic…
There’s a secret buried in this letter. What I’m about to tell you isn’t it: I am deathly allergic to ugliness, I have been since I was a boy, and by the time you read this, this affliction, which has so exquisitely disfigured my life, will, at last, have finished me. None of this is…
“It’s illegal, you know. To keep them chained up like that,” I say. “Maybe we should call the cops or whoever you’re supposed to call about that. Animal control.” Jas is busy opening and closing every drawer in the kitchen, one by one. Open, pause, close. Open, pause, close. Without looking at me, she shakes…
After we’d discussed the woeful state of my finances, the Sphinx asked me about the woeful state of my plans for my chapter talk. We were conversing during a meeting of the chapter. Not during the meeting itself, which takes place inside the Community Center, but just outside the entranceway where, during breaks, the chapter…
Mother has been brewing phở with her own private stash of Saigon cinnamon for over twenty-four hours in anticipation of the lunch. The entire house is fragrant with its sweet spicy scent. Purchased on her last trip to Vietnam, the cinnamon, harvested near her childhood home in the Central Highlands, makes an appearance only on…
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