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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.

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The Bottom Drawer

Tucked beneath my mother’s shirts
and camisoles, a paper bag
of prayer cards, I find

A Spring Without Us

The playground has been locked for months. / A swing coughs dryly in the shade.

The Only Fat Man in Lascahobas

Georges, the owner of St. Gabriel’s Funeral Enterprise, is the only fat man in Lascahobas.

If Brains Was Gas

I turned thirteen that week. I assumed that it came with some new liberties, but no one had specifically said so, and I was too uncertain to ask. Still, the night after my birthday, Elmo and me made plans to go out.

Above the Angels

A row of corrugated gray huts/
hunkering down in the November rain./
Across the way the fire burns night and day

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

Semantics

We tell our kids to give it their best shot before their big exams—calculus, say, or French—or before the championship game on a crisp autumn night, the stands filled with fans in the school colors, the stadium lights bright.

Yellowthroat

Some of y’all pray to God/
I pray to the yellow warblers/
and their frail whistling 

Housebound

My husband has been into town./
I can smell the out of doors/
in his hair, on his cheek

Praise & Recognition