Robert and Adele Schiff Awards

Accepting Entries to the Robert and Adele Schiff A...

Posted by Lisa Ampleman | Jun 11, 2025 | Contests | 0

Announcing Our 2024 Contest Winners

Posted by Cincinnati Review | Oct 1, 2024 | Contests | 0

Announcing Our 2023 Contest Winners

Posted by Cincinnati Review | Oct 2, 2023 | Contests | 0

Summer Contest Underway!

Posted by Cincinnati Review | Jun 12, 2023 | Contests | 0

Announcing Our 2022 Contest Winners!

Posted by Cincinnati Review | Oct 3, 2022 | Contests | 0

Accepting Submissions to Our Summer Contest!

Posted by Cincinnati Review | Jun 22, 2021 | Contests | 0

Accepting Entries to the Robert and Adele Schiff Awards!

by Lisa Ampleman | Jun 11, 2025 | Contests | 0

Announcing our 2025 summer contest!

“Paradise Is Ours” by Erika Gallion Velasquez

by Lisa Ampleman | May 9, 2025 | Samples | 0

Winner of the 2024 Robert and Adele Schiff Award in literary nonfiction 1 Pears fall to the yard,...

Announcing Our 2024 Contest Winners

by Cincinnati Review | Oct 1, 2024 | Contests | 0

The three winners of the Robert and Adele Schiff Awards, plus words from the judges and winners, and a list of honorable mentions

Announcing Our 2023 Contest Winners

by Cincinnati Review | Oct 2, 2023 | Contests | 0

The three winners of the Robert and Adele Schiff Awards, plus words from the judges and winners, and a list of honorable mentions

Summer Contest Underway!

by Cincinnati Review | Jun 12, 2023 | Contests | 0

Enter our summer contest from now till July 15!

“Notes on Devotion” by Caroline Harper New

by Cincinnati Review | May 26, 2023 | Samples | 0

(To use the PDF embedder to see all pages of the poem, use the arrows on the bottom left-hand...

excerpt from “On the Subject of Bearing and ‘Other Options'” by L. I. Henley

by Cincinnati Review | May 26, 2023 | Samples | 0

I am sleeping when the pain starts, dreaming of full hospitals and empty classrooms, a dark...

excerpt from “The Watchman” by Thomas Dodson

by Cincinnati Review | May 26, 2023 | Samples | 0

There’s nothing much wrong with the Bridgeway Motor Court. The carpet in Coleman’s room is dappled with burn marks, and the exterior wall, the one with the windows, has these psychedelic zigzags at the bottom, like somebody’s kid was left to run their crayons back and forth over the same spot, rubbing them down to the nubs. It’s cheap, though, the motel, and there aren’t any bugs.