Gurney Norman Prize for Fiction: 1st Place
I almost felt grateful for the experience of being somebody’s mistress, Sylvia rolling off of me and springing up from my mattress around 5:30p.m. the afternoons I got to see her, the working day over. It made me feel great kinship with Mrs. Wilson from Gatsby, and I thought about her a lot, and how the room must have felt utterly abandoned each time Tom left it.
Fiction by Amarlie Foster
Gurney Norman Prize for Fiction: 2nd Place
By then you had already moved on, eager to go out into the sun-spilled city, to see all the spaces across which we’d moved. Trace a psychic map that would make sense to no one but us. Tracking our ghosts here, to this moment of July.
Fiction by Jared Green
Picture Liberty spinning so fast that (like the blades of an electric fan) her arms / disappear.
An except from Emily Carr’s novel-in-verse forthcoming from Spork Press in October 2019