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Letter I Wish My Mother Wrote from Virginia by Daniel Lurie

I can’t lift my head to see, so Ivy painted birds onto the glass in acrylics. She made it look like the scene from our backyard in Montana, down to the green paint flaking from the old feeder. It has the bluebird duo, the towhee with its demon eyes, the rafter of turkeys, the tanager looking comically out of place…

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The Good Life Review Buzz is our hotspot for exciting news, interviews, book reviews, AND… Micro Monday where we feature brief fiction, cnf, and poetry. It’s like a shot of literary adrenaline to jump start your week!

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2026 Honeybee Poetry Prize Finalists

Hello friends! Happy almost-summer! Today, we’re pleased to report that the team has completed combing through the 1200 poems received for the 2026 Honeybee Poetry Prize and cherry-picked eight finalists. Poems from the following people have been sent to the fabulous MARYA HORNBACHER, who will select this year’s winner…

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Other Micro Monday features, news, book reviews, and interviews with our contributors…

Interview with Kelsey Smoot

I certainly wanted the concept of soulmate to function in this collection as a tool, a lens through which we can see ourselves, our loved ones, our communities, and also our political orientations more clearly, and determine how to embody a practice of love that is less about predestination and romantic alignment and much more about commitment, agency, and devotion to others…

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Author Q&A with Shayna Brown

I wrote my first pieces of fiction when I was about ten. I was homeschooled and obsessed with becoming a novelist. That continued until college, when life got too busy for written exploration. In my early adulthood I focused more on creative non-fiction, but not in a serious way. When Covid hit, I started writing short stories again. I made a schedule and took classes and started working on pieces I wanted to release out into the world for the first time. And that led me here…

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The Mother Tree by Georgene Smith Goodin

She insisted on doing it herself and I followed her, carrying her IV bag because its pole couldn’t glide across the mat of dead grass our backyard had become. That watering was the closest she got to prayer…

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Author Q&A with Annie Rachele Lanzillotto

I examine at these public interactions where strangers argue, fight, cast microaggressions on one another.  Every day walking the streets of Manhattan I experience many of these moments. My superpower is to immediately peel back all the layers between the you/I ness of these encounters and laser in to connect, cross the vast oceans of space between us…

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Homestead by Brad Anderson

My great-grandfather was a homesteader. President Chester Arthur signed his deed in eighteen eighty-three. By that time he had lived there five years, carved a small farm out of open prairie and started a young family…

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Author Q&A with Wasima Khan

Writing is a powerful way to cultivate empathy and understanding. It allows me to step into other people’s lives and worlds, and I hope to bring readers along on that journey. 

At the same time, it is a way for me to reclaim agency over my own life and experiences. Too often, I have been confronted with Western biases – simplistic narratives about me, Muslim women, or Muslims more broadly – stories in which I barely recognize myself. In my own work, I aim to foreground nuance and emotional complexity as a way of challenging those…

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Love Fish to Wander by Jack Phillips

2 This celestial portal reflexively opens into the primal waters of your favorite pond as the refractive bend of your paddle reveals. Turtles, certain crustaceans and quite so fish other ovaline creatures (polliwog clams waterbeetle leaches) slip easily through. Show us the way that is, when not preoccupied with rolling ashore the astral egg from whence Aphrodite is born, ascends, and gathers her slippery supplicants to swim…

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Welcome to spring and the latest edition of TGLR. Winter here in Nebraska was uncharacteristically warm and mostly void of snow, but the return of spring has brought the rain and with it, a refreshing drenching of new work by talented writers and artists we matched with via our reading platform. We love all these pieces, and think you will too!!…

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Free Subs for our Summer 2026 Issue

Guidelines are available on our submission page and the form to send work is available on Submittable (be sure to select the fee-free option, unless you want to give us moneys, which is OK too). Click the image to access the magic portal.

This opportunity will end on March 31st or when we reach 75 submissions, whichever comes first…

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The Softness I Owe by Joemario Umana

Where they taught me to shut the door, flowers pressed through the hinges, bloomed and held it wide open. Look, I know how to hold a butterfly and not tear its wings. I know how to water a flower without drowning it. I know how to cradle ache and not mistake it for the end. Once, I almost lost it, my hands curled into the shape of a tangerine, to summon red out of a man who called me fruity and laughed. But softness arrived…

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