In her poem “Magnets” Laurie Clements Lambeth grapples with a reality familiar to people in extended quarantine: brain fog, a sensation she describes as “dulled, not knowing what was flesh or air or where—;”
In playwright Tanya Everett’s A Dead Black Man, Everett gives voice to the idea of the dead black man, making him an essential character in the play. Thoroughly impressed and moved by Everett’s work, I’m grateful I had the opportunity to interview her in late May for The Cincinnati Review:
The true terror in Cody’s piece isn’t the science-fiction logic of numbing children to the idea of their own deaths, but rather how close to Cody’s reality we already are.
Our submission manager is now set up to accept submissions for our annual Robert and Adele Schiff Awards! This year for the first time we offer THREE awards: poetry, fiction, and literary nonfiction. Each award includes $1,000 and publication, and we’ll consider all entries for publication.
In a time upended by quarantine, a time when so many women are shouldering extra burdens of housework and care work in the home, the exhaustion woven into these words is particularly acute.
In this poem, Dan O’Brien shows us the coexistence of belief and doubt, the skeptic with an open mind, the observer with an eye for both the sublime and the terrestrial.
Whether you’re new to submitting to literary journals or you’re a seasoned submitter, it’s always nice to have a refresher on how to professionalize your submission.
