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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.

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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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Death Defiant Bomba or What To Wear When Your Boo Gets Cancer

You’ll wear five-inch black pumps because they make that annoying noise that alerts everyone everywhere in the whole wide world that you’re arriving.

My Friend in Flapping Stages Tries to Take Flight

April is my favorite month. / Its stormy flowers / and puddled rainbows are captivating / as is the lightning / that breaks cool spring nights / like a child’s scribble.

Old Poles

He had a face that belonged in a Soviet bread line, waxen and expressionless, with skin tags and papules sprouting up from beneath the rough surface.

The Crazy One

But here I am, and here you are, and once you’ve heard the whole story,  it’s your job to decide: Am I the crazy one, or is it all of you? 

Intimate Contact 

To straighten her spinal column/
Frida suspends nearly vertical/
with sacks of sand tied to her feet.

Looking at Aquaman

Something nobody warns you about, when you get very sick, is that you have to be polite. You have to be Emily f-ing Post every minute of the day,

Distance

Mallika Sekhar April 2020 The ward doctor rang me late in the night to say…

Surviving You

I don’t know how I did it, / loved you all those years in the quiet landscape / of a burning vineyard, of a toppling mountain…

Halfway to the Afterlife

I had come into the hospital as I came into the world—twitching, foaming, groaning. I was almost brain-dead, they said, yet here I was, good as reborn.

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