STORY OF THE WEEK

The Langham Club

His hands came up to cover his schnoz, a drop of blood on his white shirt. He shocked me by saying, “This is very promising. You might fit in here.”

POEM OF THE WEEK

Aubade to a Collapsed Star

You bankrupt the sun, underwater statue. Dark galaxy of faults, our bed a garden of the littlest sighs of our waking.

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CLASSICS

The Writer
in the Family

The great debate between his family was this: who was responsible for the fact that he had not lived up to anyone’s expectations?

PHOTOGRAPHY & ART

POETRY

POETRY

PHOTOGRAPHY & ART

Exposure

Out of the many Southern writers whom Richter photographed across the past two decades, we’ve chosen twenty-five who have awed and inspired us.

POETRY

Listening and
Other Poems

I listened with my spine, with the soles of my feet, the whorls of my fingertips. I listened as though I woke on a savannah to a lion’s roar.

POETRY

Requiem

Isn’t it nice to think tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes yet? The stains on your skin, really wounds rubbed clean, rolled in clover.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Conversations with Death

I bit my tongue
Don’t forget

Your umbrella. At
The fair.

POETRY

Two Girls Bathing and Other Poems

Carol points to a spot on my back. I resist the urge to hide my breasts. She wears her nakedness like it has been woven from air.

POETRY

Praying Naked and Other Poems

It wasn’t guilt I felt. Maybe it was loneliness. Maybe it was my own desire to be desired, since, if a man wants me, I know I have at least a little worth left.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

The Orchid Casket and Other Poems

I forgot to detail that the jumper leapt from beside the hanging Monet into a wild hailstorm, tree limbs falling all around them.

POETRY

Emo, 2005

Here we were, seventeen, more pissed than we knew what to do with, lost in the sweat of the crowd and the noise of the music, thankful for the distortion.

POETRY

The Visiting Room

We shuffle through the metal detector as one dumb animal. We spread. Kneel. We’ll come out missing parts.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

The Land of
Five Rivers

In Urdu, the clock tower is called Ghanta Ghar, meaning Hour House, which sounds just like our house. However, nothing of it is ours.

POETRY

The Truth the
Dead Know

Gone, I say and walk from church, refusing the stiff procession to the grave, letting the dead ride alone in the hearse. It is June. I am tired of being brave.

POETRY

Ruth Stone Explains the Book of the Dead to Sylvia Plath

I did what I could to hush the knot and rope, the truth of gravity. There are not enough idiomatic expressions to converse flawlessly with the dead.

POETRY

POETRY

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

POETRY

The New Dark Ages and Other Poems

The day’s adventure was a trip to the Horses’ Graveyard. Only the locals know where it is. You have to walk far from the pink-white tourist beaches.

POETRY

On Seeing Damien Hirst’s “Kingdom of the Father”

The butterflies hang grotesque: House paint obscures the edges, black paint licking down their iridescent fur.

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

Two Poems

Ocean, don’t be afraid. The end of the road is so far ahead it is already behind us. Don’t worry. Your father is only your father until one of you forgets.

iPOEMS

NARRATIVE 10

iPOEMS

Winter 1940

Goldfinches spring in a throng from the thorn. Their fat little squadron, full throttle for freedom, rides airwaves before us.

In Defense of Ballin’ on a Budget

Damn, Will—they’ve got you sounding mighty Uncle Phil in these streets. Like the still calling the Ketel One cheap.

NARRATIVE 10

An Interview

Your cure for when the spirit flags?

Friends, exercise, and nature. Even better all together.

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

Still Here, Still There

The American believed this was his death—this that turned out to be his luckiest chance: a savior from the other side.

FICTION

Possessions

Deep down, below the level where right and wrong stayed separate, I was awed at myself for being able to summon such wrath.

FICTION

Gethsemani

In the abbey, no one took him for a lapsed bohemian who played jazz records and danced naked.

FEATURES

NONFICTION

NONFICTION

FEATURES

Robert Stone and Kate Chopin

We went in search of the missing pages from Children of Light and found them in an archive of Stone’s papers.

NONFICTION

Saving Planet Earth

Our subscribers tended to be fervent activists, hardcore eco-warriors in the mode of Edward Abbey’s Monkey Wrench Gang, or delicate souls who ate no meat.

NONFICTION

Christian Soldiers

A tough cookie, this warrior-priest, who talked about his eleven-plus years in prisons the way scholars talk about graduate school.

READERS’ NARRATIVES

CARTOONS

CARTOONS

READERS’ NARRATIVES

Pondicherry

We embarked on a three-day train ride from Pondicherry in the southern tip of India to Shillong at the northeastern tip of Assam.

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2017-06

New laughs from Pat Byrnes, Charlie Hankin, Farley Katz, Mary Lawton, and Gordon & Miller.

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2017-05

New art and humor from Curtis Edwards, Rina Piccolo, Julia Suits, P. C. Vey, and Kim Warp.