A vital part of Narrative’s mission is to encourage and support young writers and artists. Here are some of the writers under thirty we are proud to have published in the past year.
I don’t remember how to say home.
My house, much like the world, isn’t insulated.
A window has no liberty in what it shows.
“I’m really interested in blood and guts right now.”
Grief is a rude houseguest.
I know the creature is no longer there.
I kissed mostly above the belt.
Memory’s a wild and fragile thing.
Three words. Never spoken.
I make peas and argue with a wall.
The woman stood alone at the end of the gallery.
I like a realistic ending.
“I’m a good man. I’m nice.”
There are no birds. They have flown to Mars.
We know the lode we’re westing toward.
My wife is dying all the way this time.
On AIM I learned to write a love letter.
I meet Girl for a walk in the park.
Dimitri will offer up the whole of his body.
Things got worse as the students became restless.
I’m alive & somebody mad about it.
When she saw me she hid.
I was crouched in the foot well like shit shit shit.
2015 Narrative Prize Winner
My legs were naked aches.
“Tell your friend you can’t come play.”
Dmitri. Now there’s a man.
To clouds I am too little a message.
The girls are always sweeter, more pricey.
I didn’t know I wouldn’t return.