Creative Nonfiction: One Mouth, Two Fingers, Fourteen Years by Kristine Langley Mahler

There are no more grand reveals.

Flash Fiction: The Little Details by Jody Keene

You forget a lot of things as the days unspool.

I stun myself on a light/I have never drunk before.

I studied myself like a music score, my blood fizzing as I recognized, for the first time, the reflection of a woman who would be wanted.

A non-exhaustive list of the things that make us human.

Some of the best smells, you see.

Writing a sex scene doesn’t have to be harder than writing any other scene in fiction.

People are not as close as they once were, I thought he said.

Because this form asks the most of its readers as far as co-creation, we have to be able to see where the form can falter, if we falter as writers.

We will be reopening for creative nonfiction submissions on April 1st!