Interview by Kathryn KulpaFLASH-WRITERS: TRUST YOUR READER: a conversation with Nancy Ludmerer, author of Collateral Damage: 48 Stories (Snake Nation Press) I had the pleasure of interviewing Nancy Ludmerer, a student in one of my Cleaver flash fiction workshops, about…
Interview by Hannah Felt GarnerI Tell My Students All The Time, “Your Job Is to Make Art. Your Job Is Not to Explain Shit,” a conversation with Christopher M. Hood, author of The Revivalists (Harper) I met Christopher M. Hood…
Ona GritzFROM DRAWER TO BOOKSTORE IN JUST TWENTY-FOUR YEARS: The Long and Worthy Journey to Publication The oldest version of my forthcoming middle-grade novel that I can access on my computer is dated 2010, though I know the drafts go…
Interview by Michael McCarthyWisest is she who knows she knows nothing: a Conversation with Alison Lubar, author of Philosophers Know Nothing About Love (Thirty West Publishing House) Read Alison’s poem “Grand Slam” in Issue 39 of Cleaver. I first met…
Interview by Gemini WahhajI LIKE TO THINK THAT ALL OF MY CHARACTERS HAVE A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOR: A Conversation with Chaitali Sen, author of A NEW RACE OF MEN FROM HEAVEN (Sarabande Books) Chaitali Sen’s short-story collection A New…
Nicholas ClaroINVENTORY My therapist asks me to create a list of people I’ve known who have died. To order their deaths from biggest impact to least and provide some details from when they were alive, or after they weren’t. 1.…
Lyn ChamberlinTHE PRIZE FIGHTER She would go to Paris. When this was all over, this is how she would start again. But today she would go back to caring for him, undo the hook and eye they’d put on the…
Madeleine BarowskyLINE COOK: A LOVE STORY For this task, your tools must be hot. They must be cold. They must be bone-dry or slick with hot water. Cold water. For this task, the item should be room temp. It should…
James LaRowe2020 APRIL My kids’ new favorite game is searching for signs of life in satellite photos. They crowd around the family computer to hunt for civilization in the most far-flung, godforsaken places on Google Earth. They’ve grown adept at…
Amanda HadlockLET’S LICK IT The first night I spent with the guy I dated last summer, he told me we had just snorted the last of our coke when I asked for more, so I said, “Turn the baggie inside…
Andrea MarcusaTHE TUMMY BRIDGE Right now, it’s an old wooden bridge spanning railroad tracks, a rickety structure that’s fun to cross on her way to the beach. Its steep incline causes her car to jump when she zips over it…
Emily HooverMOSAIC FOR MY MOTHER 1. When I was a teen, she’d sit on the porch cloaked in a cloud of cigarette smoke with pruning shears in her hands. She’d whisper to herself while cutting photos of George W. Bush…
Sarah FrelighTHE RESTAURANT AT THE END OF THE WORLD They come from everywhere, come to us hungry. They wheel in suitcases that they park tidy under tables, drag in trash bags or carry backpacks that they ease off and set…
Lisa Lanser RoseIMPACT A voice above proclaimed: No automobiles may be left unattended within three hundred feet of the facility. I blinked; an imaginary avalanche of flame slammed through the airport. “Where is everybody?” I asked at the empty ticket…
Joe Alan ArtzA CONTENTED SUN RISES Envelopes of Very Small People keep arriving in my mailbox. I bring each envelope in and gently slit open the top flap. The people come out slowly, gasping in awe, looking all around. They…
Kris WillcoxLOVE OF YOUR LIFE They say you fall in love with your children the moment they’re born, although this was not my experience. Paul was a nice baby, but his needs and insistent gestures confused me. Fifty years ago,…
Paul Joseph EneaHIRAETH Ever since she’s lived in the village, Hanna’s floor fan sounds more like static than white noise. She’s certain the static taints her dreams, which used to be innovative, like prestige television. But these days her dreams…
Laura TanenbaumIN-LAWS “In five years, I’m going to fall in love with a fish,” the four-year-old declares, over hard-boiled eggs, on a ninety-degree day, to no one in particular. “They will be rainbow-colored with gray and black stripes. I will…
Meredith McCarrollDARK MATTER “You know how dark matter is like the absence of space, but it, like, takes up space?” “OK.” “Well, what if dark matter could be contained and it’s like an anti-gravity solution. In a gas form. It…
Dawn MillerTHE EGG Third Place, Cleaver 2022 Flash Competition “The Egg” is a story of conjugal love gone rotten. In this frightening study of betrayal, the author’s fine use of startling and original metaphor is something that knocked me out.…
K. T. MooreWHALE CRATERS “Had one come down overnight.” Eden was waiting for him in the car park. Tayne felt himself sweating by the time he reached her, and as the wind kicked up, a shiver started between his shoulder…
Christina SimonSAFFRON AND BROWN SUGAR My first horse, a palomino mare; horse shows from Del Mar to San Francisco; high school when possible; ran from the red-haired, freckle-faced bully who called out oreo, zebra, half-breed, fucking mulatto; pretended his blows…
Ron TobeyYOU SLEEP UPSTAIRS The annual flood of green from West Virginia’s vast Appalachian forest drubs me senseless. I feel lightheaded. I check my Fitbit. Why does my blood oxygen level drop? My mortality, I wonder. At midnight, the rain…
Janet BurrowayTHE TALE OF MOLLY GRIMM Second Place, Cleaver 2022 Flash Competition This story is the one I kept rereading because it stuck to my brain. I thought I had finished with it and then it pulled me back into…
Theo GreenblattTHE PERSON FALLING HERE The drink is called a Cape Codder, he tells me. Vodka and cranberry juice, two ingredients; too simple to warrant a cocktail name, I think. Cranberries are grown in bogs, he explains, and Cape Cod…
Fannie H. GrayINCENDIES On our honeymoon, I never even noticed an acrid smell. The langoustines, the salade gourmande, the tartare de boeuf, the shimmering, perspiring glasses of sublime rosé, all served with the efficient careless attention which is inherently French.…
Sabrina HicksWHEN WE KNEW HOW TO GET LOST First Place, Cleaver 2022 Flash Competition This story bursts with tragic urgency and it simply stuck to my heart. The author builds a feeling about a young love relationship from the inside…
Andrew StancekPEACOCKS The show we are not watching is on Buddhism. Your hand dips absently into the plastic bowl of Colonel Redenbacher’s; my ketchup chips are long gone. The Knicks are playing the Lakers, but I don’t suggest switching the…
Nonfiction by Erin Langner & Sarah Fawn Montgomery, reviewed by Beth KephartTETHER AND FLOAT: THOUGHTS ON TWO NEW ESSAY COLLECTIONS: SOUVENIRS FROM PARADISE (ZONE 3 PRESS) & HALFWAY FROM HOME (SPLIT/LIP PRESS) What would happen if, when we thought about…
Fiction by Hilda Doolittle (H.D.), reviewed by Aalia JagwaniHERmione (New Directions) When I started reading HERmione, I knew nothing about Hilda Doolittle, the American modernist poet better known as H.D. But although intensely personal and grounded in an endlessly fascinating…
Fiction by T.M. Blanchet, reviewed by Jae SuttonHERRICK’S END (Tiny Fox Press) Born and raised in Boston, mostly by his mother—who is loved by everyone she meets—Ollie Delgato has had to endure multiple hardships. But he has a plan. At…
Fiction by Joanna Ho, reviewed by Kristie GadsonTHE SILENCE THAT BINDS US (HarperCollins) Danny Chen is a basketball phenom who loves watching the Star Wars trilogy and singing, albeit off-key, Sam Smith’s song “Lay Me Down.” He enjoys eating burgers…
Fiction by László Krasznahorkai, translated by Ottilie Mulzet, reviewed by Dylan Cook A MOUNTAIN TO THE NORTH, A LAKE TO THE SOUTH, PATHS TO THE WEST, A RIVER TO THE EAST (New Directions) It would be fair to say that there’s only…
Interview by Will HuberdeauLucian Mattison on his new poetry collection Curare (C&R Press) Will: Starting with the title, what does “curare” mean to you? I had to Google it and got a variety of definitions and explanations. How did you…
Interview by Claire Olesonemet ezell on their debut poetry chapbook, Between Every Bird, Our Bones (Newfound) Claire: This book gives us bite-sized poems in paragraph-like vignettes. What drew you to this form, this body, for your language? emet: In BETWEEN…
Nonfiction by Clarice Lispector, translated by Margaret Jull Costa & Robin Patterson, reviewed by Dylan Cook TOO MUCH OF LIFE: THE COMPLETE CRÔNICAS (New Directions) A note of caution about Too Much of Life: reading it may cause you to question your reality.…
Hannah Felt GarnerFIRST CHOICE It is fall break when we arrive on campus for the interview. No one around but the student workers in Admissions and a security guard in a golf cart, silently cruising under heritage elms. My father…
Alison SandersEIGHTEEN I hear her in the shower. There’s a gulping sound like she’s drinking straight from the faucet, or she’s trying to but she can’t keep up because the water is coming way too fast. It sounds like she’s…
Emma BrankinMARILYN MONROE LETS THE LIVESTOCK IN When her husband tells her no, you can’t invite the wet, bedraggled cow caught in the rainstorm into their house overnight, Norma Jean kicks him out. She’s had enough—why are decisions something other…
Interview by Emily HusoIN WHICH LIFE?: A Conversation with Chauna Craig, author WINGS AND OTHER THINGS (Press 53) Chauna Craig’s second story collection, Wings and Other Things, speculates about the possibilities that exist beyond fear, self-doubt, and patriarchal control. Most…
Dan ShieldsA BRIEF HISTORY OF THE MEXICAN TETRA Earlier in the day, before the ambulance whisked me off school grounds, I crawled under my desk during recess, untucked my shirt, and squeezed my skin as hard as I could. I…
Michelle BittingFOR PHIL All day we’ve bent like Benedictine monks over armoires and bookshelves, rubbing the house clean of grime and wicked thick dust, pausing but once to drop our robes and oil each other bright as snakes entwined in…
Candice MorrowMELT A record high, the porch thermometer reads one hundred and nine, and your father sleeps naked without even a sheet. You left for college yesterday, and I suppose this means, among other things, that we can sprawl exposed…
Josh KrigmanENOUGH FISH The important thing was whether she had enough fish. Rose stared at the open refrigerator, its fluorescent-lit innards threatening to overflow. Stacks of plastic containers and tinfoil-covered dishes formed a towering puzzle without a single piece missing.…
Andrew Vincenzo LorenzenHOW I LEARNED TO SMOKE YOUR ASHES ARE EVERYWHERE. You don’t know how to smoke a cigar. I’m going to teach you tonight. I shouldn’t—but I will. Here, hold it like this, see? Between your thumb and index…
Devon RaymondDEBT OF A DAUGHTER A man who is your father tricks you into believing that there is no price to pay for being his favorite—that you are free to accept all of his attention, and presents, and praise. So…
Varun ShettyO It is a circle, a cipher, the opposite of something. It is formed by an old man’s lips parted midbreath. It is an absence held in the valley of his mouth. It is unmoved even with an endotracheal…
Beth KephartHOW ARE YOU? An Antonym Story If there were a Very Special Prize for the world’s most inadequate respondent to the How are you? question, I would be blue ribboned. How are you? Well… How are you? Just a— How are…
Jeff FriedmanTWO MICROFICTIONS PET PIRANHAS Jess and I loved to watch our pet piranhas swim back and forth, weaving through the lush greens in our aquarium. Though we had seen the James Bond movie in which a pool of piranhas…
Alison LubarGRAND SLAM Tacoma WA, 1939 Jack takes a baseball bat to the river. August spawning season. …………….The dry rocktops steam like the belly of a monster cut open. …………….Unlaces right boot, then left, pulls them off without sitting and…