STORY OF THE WEEK

Wants

I saw my ex-husband in the street. I was sitting on the steps of the new library. Hello, my life, I said. We had once been married for twenty-seven years, so I felt justified.

POEM OF THE WEEK

From “An Essay
on Criticism”

One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit: Not only bounded to peculiar arts, but oft in those confined to single parts.

WINNERS & FINALISTS

Congratulations . . .

to Janet Burroway, Jon Hauss, and Erin Rose Belair, the top three winners, and to the contest finalists. See the complete list here.

30 POEMS TO STIR THE HEART

Avoiding the Spirits

When at sunset the congregation gathers in the low light of St. Helena’s old gray Baptist chapel; they guard their hearts from the whisper of the trees.

NONFICTION

NONFICTION

FICTION

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.

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.

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POETRY

POETRY

ENTER NOW

Deadline: June 15.

$4,000 awarded annually for the best short story, novel excerpt, poem, one-act play, graphic story, or work of literary nonfiction published by a new or emerging writer in Narrative. See the previous winners here.

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 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

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

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.

iPOEMS

GO BEYOND
THE MFA

CARTOONS

iPOEMS

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.

GO BEYOND
THE MFA

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2017-04

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