The Common’s 2019 Pushcart Prize Nominations

It’s that time of year again: below are The Common’s nominations for the annual Pushcart Prize! The Pushcart Prize celebrates outstanding works of literature produced by small-press writers; each of our nominations are exceptional works of art that dare to take fresh and impactful perspectives on what it means to have a unique sense of place.

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Fiction

Ana Mendieta Haunts The Block” by Gabrielle Lucille Fuentes, Issue 18

Revenge in the Name of All Owls” by Katherine Vaz, Issue 18

 

Nonfiction

Baked Clay” by Geoff Martin, Issue 18

The Idle Talk of Mothers and Daughters” by Danielle Batalion Ola, Issue 18

 

Poetry

Burying Seeds” by Ama Codjoe, Issue 18

The God Structure” by Chloe Martinez, Issue 18

 

Congratulations to all of our talented contributors! We appreciate the opportunity to represent the amazing literary potential of small presses, and look forward to hearing the results. For updates, don’t forget to follow The Common on Facebook and Twitter, and be sure to check out our nominated pieces—they are some of our best!

The Common’s 2019 Pushcart Prize Nominations

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