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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.

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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The Wills of Twenty Strangers

It is eleven o’clock at night, and I am stomping around with half a skull in
my hand. “Where are all the goddamn pipe cleaners?” I ask the room.

Our Psychedelic Minibreak 

I am Googling the best places to get magic mushrooms. It’s important to stress here that I am the squarest person who has ever lived.

Kate Falvey’s Picks

Associate Editor

Etymology of Chlorophyll

Love, / from Germanic lufu, is intestinal and milky / like undug onions squeezed from mothers.

Lithium and the Absence of Desire  

It is not advertised on the pill bottle, merely mentioned/
in the product description from the drug store.

Hinges

You opened this door. Forced it back/ 
on its hinges, drove in the thin wedge, saying/
“I may need to enter at a moment’s notice.”

Book Review: Narrative in Social Work Practice

The book is dazzling and groundbreaking. The author’s bright, spare prose engages us intensely with her characters and their relationships.

Interview: Manini Nayar

I rarely know how a story ends until I get there. A story has its own life, and I am immersed in it and on the margins at the same time, both participant and recorder.

Surrender, A Prayer for My Mother

Listen, dark one, as the sun sets, / the boxelder beetles come down / from the west wall

Praise & Recognition