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Name Sort descending	Genre	Year
Paul Guest	Poetry	2007
Stephen Adly Guirgis	Drama	2006
Alexis Pauline Gumbs	Nonfiction	2022
Danai Gurira	Drama	2012
Daniel Hall	Poetry	1998
Lisa Halliday	Fiction	2017
W. David Hancock	Drama	1998
Kent Haruf	Fiction	1986
Michael Haskell	Poetry	1999
Ehud Havazelet	Fiction	1999
Terrance Hayes	Poetry	1999
Alan Heathcock	Fiction	2012
Marwa Helal	Poetry	2021
Amy Herzog	Drama	2011
Emily Hiestand	Poetry	1990
Rick Hilles	Poetry	2008
Lucas Hnath	Drama	2015
Eva Hoffman	Nonfiction	1992
Donovan Hohn	Nonfiction	2008
John Holman	Fiction	1991
Mary Hood	Fiction	1994
Jay Hopler	Poetry	2009
Michelle Huneven	Fiction	2002
Samuel Hunter	Drama	2012
Ishion Hutchinson	Poetry	2013
Naomi Iizuka	Drama	1999
James Ijames	Drama	2017
Mitchell S. Jackson	Fiction	2016
Michael R. Jackson	Drama	2019
Major Jackson	Poetry	2003
Tyehimba Jess	Poetry	2006
Taylor Johnson	Poetry	2024
Jenny Johnson	Poetry	2015
Sarah Stewart Johnson	Nonfiction	2021
R. Kikuo Johnson	Fiction	2023

2020

Sorority

A Novel

What is the difference between beautiful girls and ordinary ones? My face was symmetrical. I’d taken Accutane. I wore the right things. None of it made a difference next to Tarryn. She had a shimmer about her, a light that I could never fully understand. I couldn’t even make eye contact with her. It was like staring at the headlights of a car on a dark road. Later, in my sorority, and even later at my job, I’d meet other women like her and wonder how they were made.

Aisha Sabatini Sloan

2025

Dreaming of Ramadi in Detroit: Essays

The Sade who joins you at the hotel restaurant is not the Sade who gave you all the love she got she gave you more than she could give she gave you love. But she is a Sade who, you realize after a bit of googling, can flex muscles in her leg that most people will never know about and who may be one of the best dancers in the world even though she went to school to be a doctor. She will talk to you about making paintings in Romania while you eat food that tastes like dreams of food.

A waiter whose persona seems to have been inspired by the Steve Martin hamburger scene in the remake of The Pink Panther keeps pouring wine. You win an argument about the name of a jazz biopic even though your sparring partner has spent some SERIOUS time with Wynton Marsalis. By the end of the day you will have heard stories about artists whose names you have searched for in the stacks of many libraries, like one that begins with “Romie called me one morning” and ends with a dick joke the butt of which is, somehow, the New York Times. You fall asleep in a blue room on a mattress that wants your lower back to just go ahead and peace out. But you feel like the number-one luckiest girl in the world.

Downstairs in the dark, Aunt Jemima smiles from the confines of a painting, giving everybody the middle finger.

Stephen Adly Guirgis

2006

The Last Days of Judas Iscariot

A Play

JUDGE LITTLEFIELD: Cunningham, you’re the cynical, faithless spawn of a crackpot gypsy and a defrocked mick—yet, you just told me Jesus would have you on your knees in three minutes.

CUNNINGHAM: So?

JUDGE LITTLEFIELD: So consider this: your friend Judas? He has Jesus for three years. Think about that, Cunningham. Three years in the foxhole with the best friend ya ever had, then he shot him in the back for a pack of Kools. Think what that says about the essential character of the man. Now go home and stir that into your wee gypsy teapot! Petition’s invalid, motion denied! Next case!

Pam Durban

1987

All Set about with Fever Trees

And Other Stories

The words she would have said and the sound of the blow she’d gone ready to deliver echoed and died in her head. Words rushed up and died in her throat—panicked words, words to soothe, to tame, to call him back—they rushed on her, but she forgot them halfway to her mouth and he lay so still. And that’s how she learned that Beau Clinton, her only son and the son of Charles Clinton, was dead.