STORY OF THE WEEK

Tradition and the Individual Talent

Some one said: “The dead writers are remote from us because we know so much more than they did.” Precisely, and they are that which we know.

POEM OF THE WEEK

Do You Speak Persian?

Is there a vocabulary for this—one to make dailiness amplify and not diminish wonder? I have been so careless with the words I already have.

OPEN TO ALL WRITERS

Deadline: July 31.

We’re looking for short stories, essays, memoirs, photography, graphic stories, and excerpts from long fiction and nonfiction.

Please see the Guidelines.

POETRY

Forty-Five

When I was forty-five I lay for hours beside a pool, the green hazy springtime water, and watched the salamanders coupling.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

It Moves the Same

In the shade I can still find rocks coated with frost, the same winter air that chilled your fingertip as you pointed toward the sky.

POETRY

The Speed of Dark

I have studied and become intimate with the speed of darkness. It’s so fast it’s always here. When the light withdraws the dark comes from no place.

POETRY

Unemployed

I’m going for a midnight run. When I say run I mean fall apart. And the screen door slams. And the left aorta slams.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Phonograph Mouth

Does she fancy a minuet or the call of a foreign shore? I’ve a portfolio of bird warbles, a trio of mended seams and pockets stitched.

POETRY

The Field

When I sink my fingers into the dirt, the field knows it’s done well. I like it when you shake the grasses for me, like to follow your footprints and find you at the end, waiting.

POETRY

From “The Book of Clay”

God is there because I believe in my own image. Poor woman with the sad hair. She removes evil by the handful and washes herself a thousand times but she remains indelible.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Crispin Poems

yes it was the motion that told me to go near her & so i did. i took my place before her & looked at her long beautiful throat. i moved my body like a wine glass shook.

POETRY

Boiled Noise

Here is where we say what matters. Here are voices from the mountain, hosannas in the shape of airplanes in the sky. Here is a bear shining her teeth on a peach pit.

POETRY

From “The Obscure Lives of Poets”

One broke faith with the word before the word could break faith with her, and built a mountain of detergent in her garage.

FICTION

NONFICTION

FICTION

What You Get

He looked like a revolutionary who’d lost the war. There was nothing sadder than the look of defeat in a man’s eyes. Survivors carried their dead around long after the war ended.

NONFICTION

A Weary Desperado

One afternoon at a party in the West Village, I drank a few beers, ate a brownie laced with hashish, and saw later a view of San Francisco I’d seen before.

Whale Shark

Why should anything frighten the largest fish in the world? My heart is going faster than it has ever gone, being still, treading water.

iPOEMS

DRAMAS IN ONE BREATH

SIX-WORD STORIES

iPOEMS

Bonsai

A bent man with insubstantial hands wires the skin of a miniature myrtle, waiting a year to break the bark.

DRAMAS IN ONE BREATH

First sex. I came. She didn’t.

Longed for him. Got him. Shit.

SIX-WORD STORIES

After War

The author reflects on the soldier’s experience and the burden of war’s trauma—in just six words.

NARRATIVE 10

CLASSICS

EXPLORE. ENGAGE.

NARRATIVE 10

A Converstion

I love talking to girls. I find young women to be so thoroughly thoughtful and intellectually engaged and willing to go deep.

CLASSICS

The Story of a Scar

It was so grotesque a mark that one had the feeling it was the art of no human hand and could be peeled off like so much soiled putty. But the scar was real.

EXPLORE. ENGAGE.

MASTER CLASS

CARTOONS

CARTOONS

MASTER CLASS

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2016-05

New laughs from J. C. Duffy, Ken Krimstein, Glen Le Lievre, P. C. Vey, and Wen Winslow.

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2016-04

Great new toons by Charlie Hankin, Farley Katz, John Klossner, Mary Lawton, and Julia Suits.