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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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Ode to Impotence

Thank goodness every so often
a monument closes down
for renovation…

Describe a morning you woke without fear.

It is four in the darkness and you cannot breathe. / You cannot will your chest to expand, and suddenly, / this is all right.

Dusk in Dupont Circle

A wingspan so wide it soared beyond the sidewalk / like a small plane. I turned, I had to turn, find where it landed

Battenkill

People need the company of other people. It’s how people are made. They can’t help it. This need can be degrading to a person’s soul, if souls are real.

Images

If I forget you/ will you disappear?
The arc of Rilke’s question seemed to spawn/
out of a dustbin/ remnant of a
sheer belief that minds are gods.

The Sleepy Beauties of Sound

For now it’s guesswork: a territory/
full of unmapped regions,

Love, We Never Get Too Far

You know / drowning is as much a predicament of time / as water.

Escape

Everything she did that day/
was the hardest thing/
she’d done, but it felt easy.

The Gun Goes Off and At First No One Knows Who’s Been Hit

Someone’s died. I know this because of vague posts on Facebook. It can’t be anyone I know very well, or I’d have texts or phone calls or, well, something.

Praise & Recognition