zoomed in picture of old typewriter keys

Pushcart Prize Nominees

Lovely CC Readers: Between decking the halls and attempting to absorb post-election news, the cows have been somewhat distracted lately. In the midst of all the hubbub, Cease, Cows submitted Pushcart Prize nominations, so it’s about gosh-darn time an announcement was made, don’t ya think? Without further ado, we’d like to present the following two Pushcart…

black and yellow sign danger warning sign

Poly Di by Maria McLeod

I gave birth to a flame-retardant baby. Born on Ash Wednesday, her hair is gray frizz; her eyes, mini briquettes; her skin crackles, crisp. I named her Poly Di, short for polybrominated diphenyl ethers. I can’t call her the light of my life; she’s inflammable. Candles blow out when she enters the room, crawling, gumming…

stack of gold coins

Boy In Glass Box by Brenna Ehrlich

The chin-whiskered guard never made it past 2 a.m. After nodding to sleep three or four times in his chair, he shuffled out the back door and shambled home and snuffled into bed around 1:30 a.m. each night, cats on all four corners of his twin bed, his covers to his chin-whiskers. Min knew because…

picture of candy Valentine hearts

Epistles by Courtney Sender

I DON’T have a soul mate. When I turned fifteen, God Himself delivered a letter telling me so. “I’m sorry,” God wrote, “I forgot to make one. Accept this token of my apology,” and He proffered the letter and let me keep it, and it was signed The Lord God so I decided that I…