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Join us February 28th at The Producer’s Club for a screening of “Reading the Body:  Body Politic,” our short poetry/dance film, a ‘Scorsese Spotlight’ selection at The North Film Festival. (In person)
Join us March 27th for a BLR BookTalk with Venita Blackburn, author of Dead in Long Beach, California, and BLR editor Suzanne McConnell. (Free, online)

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.”

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Snow Over Hartford

The kid cleared his throat with a dry, hollow cough, like nails rattling around in his neck.  Mulvaney passed him the water cup, directed the straw toward his lips. From the hallway he heard the yelp of a police radio—the Hartford cops, pacing the floor, waiting on him, drinking hospital coffee. 

Your Quiet Affair

Your affair with Connie Gervais starts the way you imagine most do.

Arlo

Late June fields greening
under a mottled sky.
An oriole slashes orange
against a shingled Cape Cod.

Yellowthroat

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

Her Marked Black Body

The macabre moon / Once lunged at me / It hisses red / Hangs voyeuristically / Wants me to stand in its balkanized light.

Convergence

It’s going to happen today. He can feel it waiting to happen, because he’s wanted to know for so long. There are people who live to satisfy curiosity, and Derrick is one of them.

I Wasn’t There

Cancer came and took a lung, / then came and took the rest / of him. And I wasn’t there…

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.

Calling Card

It was a chilly November afternoon in a southern town so small it never made it to a map. I was in the bedroom typing when I heard the noise and then my mother’s scream. She somehow appeared at the door with her hand over her bloody abdomen and whispered, “Get the doctor, she shot me.” 

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