Birth Smell Before I gave birth, every newborn I smelled was lemon fresh, unknowing seeds cracked open by promise. Glorious lemon, I said, holding a friend’s baby in my arms. Nameless sun. Crisp as wind. * During birth, I lay in the odor of my terror, body emptying itself out, unfurled gut, acid vomit, &... Continue Reading →
And the winners are…
We’re thrilled to announce the winners of our 2017 Writing Contest!
Current Issue: 12.2
Fiction, Nonfiction, and Poetry by...
Micro Prose: Two pieces by Michael Levan
Imagine if I talked about it, if I let it loose when people ask after my day, he thinks, if I was true about any of it.
Open for submissions: the 2017 New South writing contest!
Submissions are now open for the 2017 New South writing contest!
2016 Pushcart Prize Nominees
New South is pleased to announce our 2016 nominations for the Pushcart Prize...
Micro Prose: Two pieces by William Hoffacker
Will the Circuit Be Unbroken? Of course, as long as we play by the rules of a game, then really the game is playing us, and we say no to manipulation and yes to control, but you say we risk alienating our friends, the other players, the rule-followers, but we know better, because we’ve all... Continue Reading →
Fiction, Nonfiction, Poetry, and Art by...
Best of the Net nominees
New South is proud to nominate the following pieces for the 2016 Best of the Net Anthology:
Micro Prose: Four Pieces by Kristina Marie Darling
She often imagines his melancholy as a film, a glamorous distance achieved by standing in the rafters and observing his movement between two rooms.