STORY OF THE WEEK

The Hanging

Jesse told me once how other men sometimes squirreled away nuggets of gold from the job. Not long after, they strung up Mick Holdsby for pocketing a hunk and taking it home.

POEM OF THE WEEK

Jubilate Homo

For my task is to praise all I don’t understand. For there are more sexes than wildflowers. For the eye of the male and the eye of the female is the same eye, the same dark well of the pupil.

30 POEMS TO STIR THE HEART

No One Knows the Way to Heaven

But we keep walking anyway. Well here’s the world, sweetheart. One little word as small & large as a father.

FICTION

But Beautiful

He took off his jacket. She looked at the barroom tattoos on his arm, looking at him differently now, searching for the source of the music.

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First Place

Reunion and
Other Poems

The legend where our eyes are made of light, the heart an empire—I can’t remember it.


Second Place

Sonoran Song and Other Poems

You couldn’t have known this could happen, Mom. You couldn’t have. No es su culpa.


Third Place

Lancaster General Hospital and
Other Poems

Sing us a song about an immigrant love your family couldn’t accept.

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

Sympathy

The old nurse, as Freddie called her, was always so prone to panic about things. But there had been something else in her shaking voice, that cigarette-thick voice.

FICTION

Certain Friends for Certain Secrets

Because Wyatt was so inscrutable, he might have lied to me. It might have suited his purposes, whatever they were, to create some drama where there wasn’t any.

FICTION

How to Lose Everything in Twelve Easy Steps

Your boyfriend thinks becoming your own doctor is a very, very bad idea. “That’s what everyone thinks, until this happens to them.”

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

Soir Bleu

I could not bear to see her play at being the woman she once was. I’d rescued that woman from the Place Pigalle and made her my model. I’d redeemed her nakedness with my art.

FICTION

Occupied

Next to some cold crimson chrysanthemums was a poster with the cut-out letters of a ransom note: I am here because I am scared for my country.

FICTION

Welfare

It took Tess a month to apply for assistance because being pregnant made her fall asleep all the time and school was all she could handle.

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

Mud Time

Of course they knew where Dawn was headed: Depot Street. They knew, and had outsmarted her, and now it was too late for her to run from them for they were upon her.

FICTION

Carried Away

The girls were looking beyond the blackberry bushes that climbed the siding and spooled like steel wool around the farmhouse. They were looking for their mothers.

FICTION

Alluvium

He soon found himself envious of her, and then obsessed, her strong sense of purpose, her motives. He had come under her influence and felt as though he had been poisoned with lust.

FICTION

NARRATIVE 10

NARRATIVE 10

FICTION

Gethsemani

No one in town would take him for a Trappist monk with vows of chastity, just as, in the abbey, no one took him for a lapsed bohemian who played jazz records and danced naked.

NARRATIVE 10

With Min Jin Lee

Q: What book do you wish you could read again for the first time?

A: Reading Turgenev by William Trevor. I have never seen yearning dramatized so perfectly.

NARRATIVE 10

An Interview

Q: What’s your current obsession?

A: I saw a T-shirt that said, “My thoughts have been replaced by Hamilton lyrics.” That describes me.

NONFICTION

NONFICTION

NONFICTION

NONFICTION

Border Patrol

It was interesting, watching the pleasure the visitors took in executing the ancient act of bringing meat to camp. I could see them changing. There was less banter and more of a quiet pride.

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.

NONFICTION

My Whole Entire Life

Amex ended up canceling my card. When they said they were coming after my personal property I sued them, in part to prevent them from seeing that I hardly had any.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Love Song to the Man Announcing Powwows and Rodeos

How your voice over salted flanks licks tender, and when you name the horses booms low.

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

Stigmata of Love and Other Poems

In the sweet booth made of wood, your voice rained on the dune inside my chest. South, at my feet, it was spring, and north, at my brow, flowering fern.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

A Theory and
Other Poems

When you’re beautiful they treat you like you’re visible. Their eyes are quiet as yellow darts of dandelion in grass.

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

Io and Other Poems

Every day, she pretends to understand what is happening to her body, what has happened to her daughter, but there is no understanding this.

POETRY

POETRY

& Bless: Poems

I’m afraid to say anything or nothing I’m white & unalterably broken down there’s a yellow line down between us an American bison’s roil & maul.

POETRY

Nina Simone Explains Delusions to John Roberts

We were each once innocent—without the protection of our lies.

POETRY

Prayer on the Subdivision

The tender kin who invented that adage about good fences must have been black & living in a cul-de-sac trying to mend an unbreachable wall.

iPOEMS

iPOEMS

iPOEM

iPOEMS

In New York

It’s raining concrete. I bite down on my grief wetly. Who will test these chains?

iPOEMS

Marriage as
Rock Quarry

We’re phosphorus, we’re this glowing rock under UV light in the mineral shed.

iPOEM

A Childhood

The horse had been beaten and flies crawled excited on the beat marks.

READERS’ NARRATIVES

READERS' NARRATIVES

READERS' NARRATIVES

READERS’ NARRATIVES

Gaza City

Throughout the city the sorrowful chants were answered in staggered repetition, like fugues.

READERS' NARRATIVES

Naval Air Station Oceana, Virginia

I heard about the jet crash as I was leaving the Officer Quarters for the hangar.

READERS' NARRATIVES

Transcontinental Road Trip

Try as I might to transpose the idea of dealer and entrepreneur, I failed.

READERS' NARRATIVES

FEATURES

SIX-WORD STORIES

READERS' NARRATIVES

Washington, DC

There was no way of knowing how many would answer the call to march in Washington, DC, on the Saturday after the inauguration.

FEATURES

Beyond the Glass Ceiling There’s Sky

Here, in tribute to women’s commitment to breaking the glass ceiling, we’ve drawn together some keenly representative passages in the evolving dialogue between the feminine and masculine.

SIX-WORD STORIES

Classified

In the tradition of Hemingway, a six-word story that conjures an entire world.

CARTOONS

CARTOONS

CARTOONS

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2017-04

Great new toons by Pat Byrnes, J. C. Duffy, Farley Katz, Amy Kurzweil, and Mary Lawton.

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2017-03

New art and humor from Charlie Hankin, Amy Kurzweil, Drew Panckeri, Julia Suits, and P. C. Vey.

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2017-02

Absurd and hilarious cartoons by Pat Byrnes, Glen Le Lievre, Ken Krimstein, Amy Kurzweil, and Victoria Roberts.