When You Find That Thing You’ve Lost, Will You Dare To Lose It Again?
The lava, which is all the colours of a human heart, flows away into holes between cobbles and into drains, along gutters, out of the town square, out of the town.
The Rental
At first I refused to leave the house in a robe in front of the new neighbors, and now it hangs open while I take out the trash.
My Brother, the Salmon
He’s swimming upstream again, dogged and lean, ready to spawn his latest ideas. I wonder aloud if perhaps he doesn’t need to have all the answers.
Iron Shoes
My parents, Olive, and I arrive at Uncle Don’s Memorial cookout after a day spent laying flowers at graves.
Announcing the 2025 NFFR Prize Longlist
Congratulations to all authors represented on the 2025 NFFR Prize longlist.