POEM OF THE WEEK

The Only Time We Think of It Is When It’s No Longer There

When one must drink, one goes upstairs, risks being kept inside. And so, one chooses to live parched and does this all the summer.

STORY OF THE WEEK

Freie Gruppe

They shift uneasily, hunkered on the floor or sitting on odd boxes. They avoid each other’s eyes. Free companies are not something you talk about, not out loud.

FINAL WEEKS TO ENTER

The contest is open to all poets. Each entry may contain up to five poems. The poems should all be contained in a single file.

Please see the Guidelines. Entry deadline: July 20, at midnight PDT.

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STORY CONTEST WINNERS

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STORY CONTEST WINNERS

Nick Will Be Successful Influential & Will Marry the Pretty Girl and He Didn’t Even Go to Yale

The graffiti suggests the most essential story of New Haven. Who put it there?

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After the Fire, the Sound of a Low Whisper

She had to admit the possibility that she may have been losing her mind. There was something about walking in the hallucinatory heat that let her be more honest now than she had ever been before.

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

Reading His Poetry

Former US Poet Laureate reads “Deathwork,” “White Apples,” and “Affirmation” during Narrative’s interview with him at his Eagle Pond home in New Hampshire.

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Americanathon

Waiting for a cure, waiting for the closeout sale, the black sail, a new tarboosh and a tiny red car, a new improved and safer war.

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Bag

It’s made from a doe’s stomach and holds grizzly teeth and claw, stones from Tibet and the moon the garden and the beach where the baby’s ashes are buried.

POETRY

Lesson for Mason

That is a building. That is a tree. That is a yellow-colored car. That is a curb. It keeps you from driving too far. It says “stop!” to keep you safe.

POETRY

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Patient Zero

If we are to be good scientists we must investigate the moment when the sons of God made themselves known to the daughters of men.

POETRY

Tempus

Any moment now the clock is invented. Life becomes a countdown and anything you love can be held against you.

POETRY

Seroconversion

two boys are in bed on a Tuesday afternoon & neither knows the other’s name for they just met this morning on their phones & were 1.2 miles from each other.

POETRY

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Trojan

A finger’s worth of dark from daybreak, he steps into his mother’s red dress. A flame caught in a mirror the width of a coffin. Glint of steel in the back of his throat.

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Quasar

How did the light take forty years to work its way, through the dancers, across that crowded room.

IPOEMS

Photo Found on a Dead Man’s Phone

A field. No clouds. Tall grasses bend toward the foreground. In the distance, three pheasants break above the brush, against the wind.

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Real People

Time passes so quickly, like a time-lapse film. A couple buys the house across the street; gradually, they love it and tend to its every detail.

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That Summer, with Horses

My father fancied himself a trainer of racehorses. He was almost entirely honest, and that put him at an awful disadvantage in a sport where low cunning is a virtue.

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The Beginnings of a Storm

One night, early in their marriage, Lisa went outside to watch the sky just before a hard rain. “Come back inside,” James said. “It’s dangerous out there.”

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Rise the Euphrates

The novel did not come easily (they never do), and for much of my twenties I did everything possible to forget the tale that haunted me.

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Water Ghosts

I was only five when Dad told me I had died. “You drowned,” he said. “I’m so sorry.” His hands disappeared into the soapy water and he lifted me from the tub.

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Thistles

As she waited for the cop to come down the line and pepper spray her, Tessa Morrison closed her eyes and recalled summer days she and her father drove the fencerows, spraying thistles.

SIX-WORD STORIES

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SIX-WORD STORIES

You and I

You never let me finish my

I’ll never be unfaithful again. Hopefully.

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The six-word story combines poetry and drama into a short form that’s become very popular, while remaining difficult to achieve.

READERS’ NARRATIVES

West of the Hudson Bay

Early October was way too late to be alone this deep into the Keewatin District of the Northwest Territories.

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somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

our eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me.

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Neutral Tones

Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove over tedious riddles of years ago; and some words played between us to and fro on which lost the more by our love.

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September 2001, New York City

There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.

CARTOONS

CARTOONS

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CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2015-06

Great new humor from Mary Lawton, Glen Le Lievre, Rina Piccolo, Tom Toro, and P. C. Vey.

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Cartoon Art Volume 2015-05

Hilarious toons from Charlie Hankin, Farley Katz, Ken Krimstein, P. C. Vey, and Wen Winslow.

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Cartoon Art Volume 2015-04

New laughs from J. C. Duffy, Farley Katz, Mary Lawton, Rina Piccolo, and Tom Toro.