STORY OF THE WEEK

Emergency

Everybody had a different idea about exactly how to approach the problem of removing the knife from Terrence Weber’s brain.

POEM OF THE WEEK

What Dad Said

We need to get some sleep
We need to get out of bed
We need to listen
We need to let it breathe
We need to get over here

N30B CONTEST

Narrative invites all writers, poets, visual artists, photographers, performers, and filmmakers, between eighteen and thirty years old, to send us their best work.

NARRATIVE PRIZE WINNER

The Halverson Brothers

Their enmity had become almost tender, like a crush kept secret between sisters, but now there was no reason not to be more open about it.

NONFICTION

NONFICTION

NONFICTION

NONFICTION

A Real Writer

All tales of youth involve a large measure of folly, so I continue to be amazed that my brief career as a literary agent yielded any positive results.

NONFICTION

Learning to Write

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.

NONFICTION

Clearwater

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.

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

Snowy

Perhaps the town had changed its name. Perhaps he had stepped into a foreign country. The day was that beautiful.

FICTION

The Empire of Night

We neared the front parapet of the roof and she stopped us. “Here,” she said and she knelt, pulling at my hand, bringing me down beside her.

FICTION

Evicted

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.

FICTION

30 BELOW 30

FICTION

Black and White

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.

The Strength of Fields

What did it amount to, his tenderness? Is tenderness everything? Will tenderness inherit the earth?

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.

NARRATIVE 10

NARRATIVE 10

DRINKING AND WRITING

NARRATIVE 10

Talking

What’s the most useful criticism you’ve received?

“Because you are good at a thing does not mean that you are obliged to do it.”

NARRATIVE 10

A Conversation

I wish I knew at twelve that much of what I suspected about adults was true.

DRINKING AND WRITING

From Chaucer’s Tabard Inn to Chandler’s famous ode to bars in The Long Goodbye (“I like the neat bottles on the bar back and the lovely shining glasses and the anticipation”), watering holes have long served as settings in great writing.

CARTOONS

CARTOONS

PHOTOGRAPHY & ART

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2014-08

Great art and laughs by Farley Katz, Kim Krimstein, Glen Le Lievre, P. C. Vey, and Kim Warp.

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2014-07

More great humor from J. C. Duffy, Ken Krimstein, Glen Le Lievre, Rina Piccolo, and P. C. Vey.

PHOTOGRAPHY & ART

The Merwin Conservancy

Nurtured on poetry and writing, the Merwins’ forest is a testament to what can be achieved by a devoted couple.

POETRY

POETRY

MASTERPIECES

POETRY

Two Poems

The doe was unable to comprehend my speed or beware of the dull way I smash the sweet air, every day: my hands upraised to cup the wheel.

POETRY

Tiger Balm and Other Poems

My recent ghost stands over me in the form of a yard rake: little spine umbrella. He doesn’t say anything that terrifies.

MASTERPIECES

Pe‘ahi Poems

Thank you for the true love you brought me to. Thank you for friends and long echoes of them and for those mistakes that were only mine.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Lewisburg and Other Poems

Driving down a highway in August, desire whittled me a tool I’d never seen before but knew how to use almost immediately.

POETRY

Two Poems

I’ve come to understand, we are accident and disease: a door left open, a gust, a weed. A ship docked in the wrong harbour, a pandemic.

POETRY

Ecstasy and Other Poems

There is beauty in the way she looks at me over the kitchen table reminding me how she kissed me last night.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Two Poems

You should never start a story I woke up because you think some camera cares.

POETRY

Hitler’s Bathtub

She thinks of her husband. She thinks of the other man: The rising day.

POETRY

A Real Nice Baby and Other Poems

No one told her there would be so much beauty. She believes there is a motor humming inside her.

READERS’ NARRATIVES

SHORT SHORT

iSTORIES

READERS’ NARRATIVES

Center City, Philadelphia

With the back of his heel, McArdle tried to turn over the corpse, but it was too heavy.

SHORT SHORT

Hiking at Bee Rock

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.

iSTORIES

Baptism

I asked how long the immersion would last, though I’d seen it dozens of times.

iPOEMS

iPOEMS

IPOEMS

iPOEMS

The Underground

Those under us are not dead. They are dancers. We are the music.

iPOEMS

After the Imaginary Crime

What killed me when I left the room?

IPOEMS

My Grandmother

She tells me Someday you’ll understand, darling. Everyone will just—vanish!

IPOEMS

DON’T MISS

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

IPOEMS

I Shut My Eyes & Doors in Me Fly Open

I’d like to meet my bones. I’d strew them on a Minnie Mouse beach blanket at a yard sale.

DON’T MISS

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

All-American Poem

A slow dance between the couch and dining room table, at the end of the party, while the person we love has gone to bring the car around.

iSTORY CONTEST WINNERS

ISTORIES

iSTORIES

iSTORY CONTEST WINNERS

Objects of Desire

It was a long story, but basically: he wanted her, she wanted the bird, there you had it.

ISTORIES

This Kind of Life Keeps Breaking

“We’re not like other species,” you say, a river guide, a novelist at night.

iSTORIES

Appassionato

Howard found himself dancing the merengue with his hands locked to the gyrating hips of a buxom Puerto Rican.

CLASSICS

CLASSICS

CLASSICS

CLASSICS

Death in the Woods

Neither of us had ever seen a woman’s body before. It may have been the snow, clinging to the frozen flesh, that made it look so white and lovely, so like marble.

CLASSICS

A Red Dress—1946

That old school building was filled with sexual competition. I had premonitions of total defeat.

CLASSICS

The Lesson of the Master

What I am going to tell now is a stupidity, a misunderstanding, a great Jamesian life-mistake: an embarrassment and a life-shame.
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