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FROM THE EDITORS
STORY OF THE WEEK
By Will Boast
Mom had gotten me the job. Her title was “assistant librarian,” meaning she had no degree, and I was assistant to the assistant.
Narrative invites all writers, poets, visual artists, photographers, performers, and filmmakers, between eighteen and thirty years old, to send us their best work.
We’re looking for short shorts, short stories, essays, memoirs, photo essays, graphic stories, all forms of literary nonfiction, and excerpts from longer works of both fiction and nonfiction.
POEM OF THE WEEK
Bringing Down the House
By James Galvin
I saw Baryshnikov twice. Heard Pavarotti, Marsalis, and Ma, heard Bobby McFerrin, Bernstein. All in Iowa City, Iowa.
DRINKING AND WRITING
I like the neat bottles on the bar back and the lovely shining glasses and the anticipation.
FELINE FICTIONS AND POETRY
Way down deep, we’re all motivated by the same urges. Cats have the courage to live by them.
150 WORDS OR LESS
30 BELOW 30
By Jackie Thomas-Kennedy
I asked how long the immersion would last, though I’d seen it dozens of times.
Hiking at Bee Rock
By Ron Paul Salutsky
I will find the waterfall in which she washed her hair when we were nineteen and I didn’t know a girl that young or that old would do such a thing.
30 BELOW 30
Best Young Authors
One of our greatest pleasures is finding new talents. Here are some of the writers under thirty we are proud to have published in the past year.
By Millicent Dillon
The first time I saw the flat at 83 Sixth Avenue, I knew it was meant for me. The light, the space, the walls—above all the walls convinced me.
Black and White
By Jonathan Lee
In the republican pubs of Belfast, Colum was called Hallion, or Hallinan, or the Welsh Saint, this last name persisting despite his energetic claim to have no Welsh in him at all.
Learning to Write
By Vikram Chandra
You put each word in place, brick upon brick, with a shimmery sense of what the whole edifice would look like, the shape of the final thing. You tunneled, dug, dug.
By Lacy Crawford
The summer I was nine, I spent half of June and the first weeks of July at sleep-away camp, a set of buggy wooden cabins strung alongside a lake in northern Wisconsin.
A Brief Handbook of Revision for Writers
By Tom Jenks
What few spontaneous acts of literary creation exist, such as Coleridge’s fragmentary “Kubla Khan,” are those of authors whose technical abilities match their genius.
Tiger Balm and Other Poems
By EJ Koh
My recent ghost stands over me in the form of a yard rake: little spine umbrella. He doesn’t say anything that terrifies.
Ecstasy and Other Poems
By Shann Ray
There is beauty in the way she looks at me over the kitchen table reminding me how she kissed me last night.
with Alan Ziegler
Alan shares his insights on teaching and talent, opportunities created by the Internet, and how writers and readers find a work’s meaning.
WOMEN ON MEN
Cartoon Art Volume 2014-06
New toons by David Sipress, Lydia Conklin, Peter Vey, Joe Duffy, and Mary Lawton.
Cartoon Art Volume 2014-07
More great new toons, including panels by Glen Le Lievre, Rina Piccolo, and Ken Krimstein.
WOMEN ON MEN
What do women and men live for, if not to laugh and make sport with each other?
The Woman in the Rose-Colored Dress
By Gina Berriault
I can see myself as if observing another girl: how she looked in a pale green dress that clung to the small breasts and the rounding hips.
A Red Dress—1946
By Alice Munro
That old school building was filled with sexual competition. I had premonitions of total defeat.
The Lesson of the Master
By Cynthia Ozick
What I am going to tell now is a stupidity, a misunderstanding, a great Jamesian life-mistake: an embarrassment and a life-shame.
By Alen Hamza
Those under us are not dead. They are dancers. We are the music.
After the Imaginary Crime
By Elizabeth Metzger
What killed me when I left the room?
By Patrick Phillips
She tells me
Someday you’ll understand, darling. Everyone will just—vanish!
I Shut My Eyes & Doors in Me Fly Open
By Ben Purkert
I’d like to meet my bones. I’d strew them on a Minnie Mouse beach blanket at a yard sale.
We visited Cuba to deliver a first edition of Papa’s novel,
The Garden of Eden
, edited and published by
cofounder Tom Jenks.