30 Below 30


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.

  • Britt Allen

    Harvest

    My family split up in the cornfield. God knows why.

  • Yasmine Ameli

    Bedtime Stories

    Once, he advises Shah to consider how we turn for the sun.

  • Justin Balog

    Observations on Connectivity

    Einstein postulated that space and time sit neatly on the same fabric

  • Alex Bernstein

    Love and Farewell

    Very few people get narcissism like my father.

  • Emma Binder

    Real Trees Are a Different Matter

    as opposed to fake trees, which you can put anywhere.

  • Kate Bond

    The First Time and Other Poems

    I let the other kids run their fingers down my fresh scar.

  • Will Brewbaker

    Ulysses Recapitulates and Other Poems

    Not a wreckage so much as a slow slipping-under-the-water.

  • Britny Cordera

    Mother of the Cane River Creoles

    Ink to paper, she is inventory, has a price tag.

  • Madeleine Cravens

    Object Permanence and Other Poems

    Today Brooklyn is a beautiful, devastating autumn.

  • J. D. Debris

    Beachfront

    Beachfronts like Bolaño’s and mine are Nowhere.

  • Will Frazier

    It Began

    When the doctor said your life will never be the same.

  • Jessica Hincapie

    Doorknob Comments

    It should be clear that these dreams of ours are brutes.

  • Jennifer Huang

    Nonconcordant

    When you ask to watch hentai together, I can’t stop myself.

  • Ghinwa Jawhari

    From BINT

    actresses, their pealing laughs breaking laws in every language

  • Angie Kang

    This Place We Call Home

    I was constantly reminded that the apartment didn’t belong to us.

  • Elane Kim

    Aubade in the Aftermath

    You can learn to exhale. Let the marrow of dusk leak onto your knees.

  • Sarah Lao

    Triptych

    I come home in the evenings to Mother scraping my scalp for God.

  • Jessica Lee

    When I Think of Early Romance I Think of Fishing

    I wouldn’t know what to do with the body, gills pumping.

  • Nadra Mabrouk

    The Poultry Trader’s Daughter Inherits the Business

    Tonight the hens refuse to sleep.

  • Seong Eun Macfarlane

    Origin of the World

    Witness the birth of humankind in this graphic story.

  • Aman Rahman

    Ivy

    In my father’s garden ivy claws at the pale-blue shed.

  • Michael A. Reyes

    Carmelita/Michael

    Laughable their failed flights and fear of the small harmless thing.

  • Max Seifert

    The Monkey’s Face and Other Poems

    There are guys living here in the tall grasses like forest ticks.

  • Rob Shapiro

    Seasonal Diptych

    The sun vanishes like the men in my family who’ve died.

  • Caroline Shea

    A Heroine’s Primer

    No one truly wants the hero home. A scar in the shape of a daughter.

  • Simon Shieh

    Training at the Yizhuang Combat Sports Academy, 2008

    Some days they are gentle. Some days they leave me concussed.

  • Rome Smaoui

    Days of Summer

    “If a man wanted, he could be anything and not come back.”

  • Paige Welsh

    Callisto

    If bodies and faces are random, why do they matter so much?

  • JinJin Xu

    On the Isle of Fast-Flowing Waters

    My dear, even my ear is trying to eat itself in its attempt to forget you.

  • Tryphena L. Yeboah

    The Ravages of an Unloved Life

    I do very much, with all my heart, want to be all things beautiful.