Nonfiction

Extractions

Romania, 1983   The curette is a stylus, my mother says as she wraps it gently, the way she wraps strudel, but in white linen and tighter. The stylus, my mother says, is a typewriter. That one we keep in uncle’s house, under floorboards in the pig shack. Uncle is illiterate and a drunk so…

Introduction

Some people say there are only five possible plots. A stranger comes to town, a person falls in love with a stranger, a stranger’s true identity is revealed to themselves or to others, a war is fought in a strange land, and then—full circle—a person leaves town for a strange land. There are many variations…

Alice Hoffman Prize for Fiction

Ploughshares is pleased to present Kashona Notah with the twelfth annual Alice Hoffman Prize for Fiction for his story “Bettie Page and Jimmy Free Bird,” which appeared in the Winter 2022-23 Issue of Ploughshares, edited by Editor-in-chief Ladette Randolph and Poetry Editor John Skoyles. The $2,500 prize—sponsored by acclaimed writer, former guest editor, longtime patron,…

New Work by Former Guest Editors

Ellen Bryant Voigt, Collected Poems (W. W. Norton, 2023) Marilyn Hacker, Calligraphies (W. W. Norton, 2023) DeWitt Henry, Restless for Words: Poems (Finishing Line Press, 2023) Helen Elaine Lee, Pomegranate (Atria, 2023) Gary Soto, Downtime (Gunpowder Press, 2023) Dan Wakefield, Kurt Vonnegut: The Making of a Writer (Seven Stories Press, 2022) Eleanor Wilner, Gone to…

Gourd Season

Gourds cover everything, even spilling onto the sidewalk, practically falling into the cobblestone street. Orange, green, white, even pink gourds, everywhere on my block. I see them, of course. I just don’t think too much about them. It’s autumn. Gourd season. Then one day, I’m sitting in my car for an hour and a half…

My Tante Hilde

My Tante Hilde lived for over fifty years in a moshav across the road from an Israeli Arab village north of Acre. After every war, suicide bombing, and assassination, she would shake her head and say, “If it weren’t for the leaders, this wouldn’t happen!” She was talking about what she knew personally: the Arab…