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We are currently seeking applicants for the positions of Poetry Editor and Nonfiction Editor. Deadline extended to May 31, 2024.
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Join us online on Thursday, May 23 at 7 PM ET for a night of readings and interviews with the 2024 winners of the BLR Literary Prizes, featured in Issue 46.

As featured on NPR's Morning Edition

NPR’s Neda Ulaby reported on BLR‘s 20th Anniversary, featuring BLR Editor Danielle Ofri, along with author Celeste Ng. Long before Celeste Ng reached stratospheric popularity with Everything I Never Told You and Little Fires Everywhere, she was an emerging author, whose story “Girls, at Play” appeared in BLR and then won a Pushcart Prize.

Whiting Award Winner

BLR was awarded a Whiting Literary Magazine Prize for
“excellence in publishing, advocacy for writers, and a unique contribution to the strength of the overall literary community.”

BLR Off the Page


Love, We Never Get Too Far

You know / drowning is as much a predicament of time / as water.


I am back with the ‘who’ of me, the self I left behind through the seasons of my years. The ultimate prize is this reconciliation with the original, unvarnished self.

Off The Page: We Knew a World

Ingeborg Riedmaier reads “We Knew a World,” a story by Jennifer Solheim

The Tribulations of Uncle Ned

I knew years ago that the paternal gene was missing. I should not, would not, be relied on by other humans, especially small, defenseless ones

Book Review: Poets on Illness

“We never,” writes Franklin in her poem “Demeter’s Decision,” “appreciate anything until it is lost.” And then we appreciate it with a vengeance.

Off The Page: I’m Not Talking to Anybody

Perri Klass reads her essay “I’m Not Talking to Anybody”

The Great Imitator

I am a disease. My very existence poisons my father’s life.

Born on Sunday 

All of the Peace Corps medics are male and white. The most retiring of these, Claude Renner, is the one unlucky enough to be nearest the entrance when the soldier bursts inside, carrying his unconscious son in his arms.

The Christmas Patient

Blood draws dissolve into Christmas lights/
veins dizzy with the latest medications.

Praise & Recognition