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STORY OF THE WEEK
Not for the Sabbath
By Isaac Bashevis Singer
“The rabbi sent his sexton to Fivke and summoned him to a rabbinical trial, but Fivke stood at the door of his house with a cudgel and roared, ‘If you want to take me by force, try!’ ”
POEM OF THE WEEK
Untitled (Woman Brushing Hair)
By Ama Codjoe
It’s like this when she takes her hand to my scalp: eyes close as if tasting a forkful of lemon cake. I’m the woman who catches the Holy Ghost on Sunday.
FINAL WEEK TO ENTER
Deadline: Mon., July 31
We’re looking for short stories, essays, memoirs, photo essays, graphic stories, and excerpts from long fiction and nonfiction.
Please see the
By Tobias Wolff
The rumor was true—Ayn Rand would be our next visiting writer. It seemed that the chairman of the board of trustees had insisted on the invitation.
WINTER CONTEST WINNERS
WINTER CONTEST WINNERS
By Janet Burroway
This is the way disaster was handled in a British household: Simone made tea and cut the crusts from watercress sandwiches. There was no mention of the afternoon’s events.
By Jon Hauss
I found him hovering in the shadows between his office window and his bookshelves, peering out and down through the trickled pane. Where’d you get it? he asked.
A Place Like This
By Erin Rose Belair
I want things from him I don’t even know how to properly want yet, but I feel them turning in me like the waters in this pool, dragging up whatever lies at the bottom.
Still Here, Still There
By Richard Bausch
The American believed this was his death—this that turned out to be his luckiest chance: a savior from the other side.
By Gail Godwin
Deep down, below the level where right and wrong stayed separate, I was awed at myself for being able to summon such wrath.
By Austin Smith
In the abbey, no one took him for a lapsed bohemian who played jazz records and danced naked.
Robert Stone and Kate Chopin
Stone’s Adaptation of
We went in search of the missing pages from
Children of Light
and found them in an archive of Stone’s papers.
Saving Planet Earth
By Bill Barich
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.
By Hal Crowther
A tough cookie, this warrior-priest, who talked about his eleven-plus years in prisons the way scholars talk about graduate school.
By Robert Stone
She turned to tell him, already pulling on her bathing suit, I'm going to the pool. And she was gone, disappeared like a fragrance in motion. He called his ex-wife.
By Various Authors
Listen to these young writers talk of their hopes, dreams, and real-world concerns as they tackle what it’s like to grow up in an immigrant family in America today.
By Curt Richter
Out of the many Southern writers whom Richter photographed across the past two decades, we’ve chosen twenty-five who have awed and inspired us.
for Lynn Freed
Best part of the day?
The gloaming. Early evening. A glass of wine, watching the sunset.
with Don Lee
Your cure for when the spirit flags?
Friends, exercise, and nature. Even better all together.
The Girls in Their Summer Dresses
By Irwin Shaw
“I feel rotten inside when we pass a woman and you look at her and I see that look in your eye and that’s the way you looked at me the first time.”
By Ellen Bass
I listened with my spine, with the soles of my feet, the whorls of my fingertips. I listened as though I woke on a savannah to a lion’s roar.
By Michelle Bitting
Isn’t it nice to think tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes yet? The stains on your skin, really wounds rubbed clean, rolled in clover.
Conversations with Death
By Danielle Blau
I bit my tongue
Two Girls Bathing and Other Poems
By Ama Codjoe
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.
Praying Naked and Other Poems
By Katie Condon
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.
The Orchid Casket and Other Poems
By Norman Dubie
I forgot to detail that the jumper leapt from beside the hanging Monet into a wild hailstorm, tree limbs falling all around them.
By William Fargason
Here we were, seventeen, more pissed than we knew what to do with, lost in the sweat of the crowd and the noise of the music, thankful for the distortion.
The Recording Angel
By Carolyn Forché
The child asks about earth. The earth is a school. It is a waiting room, a foyer giving onto emptiness. It is for desires, small but beautifully done.
By Erin Hoover
M. called me every day this week. That is this poem’s most important fact. I say it first, before I tell you he is a junkie. We all know not to trust what a junkie says.
The Visiting Room
By Caits Meissner
We shuffle through the metal detector as one dumb animal. We spread. Kneel. We’ll come out missing parts.
The Land of
By Faisal Mohyuddin
In Urdu, the clock tower is called Ghanta Ghar, meaning Hour House, which sounds just like
However, nothing of it is ours.
By Meghann Plunkett
We lived above a butcher shop and each morning men with blood on their aprons would unload inventory from a dented truck. They were doing this just for me.
At the Sunoco in West Virginia
By Catherine Pond
My father is dreamy, forgetful, aloof. But I’ve never actually been left behind before. I walk behind an aisle of Frito-Lays and burst into tears.
Ruth Stone Explains the Book of the Dead to Sylvia Plath
By Christian Teresi
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.
The New Dark Ages and Other Poems
By Chase Twichell
The day’s adventure was a trip to the Horses’ Graveyard. Only the locals know where it is. You have to walk far from the pink-white tourist beaches.
On Seeing Damien Hirst’s “Kingdom of the Father”
By Laura Wetherington
The butterflies hang grotesque: House paint obscures the edges, black paint licking down their iridescent fur.
By Nicole Cooley
Loss: as if you could lock your teeth against it. Or slam the front door to keep it out.
By Sarah Wedderburn
Goldfinches spring in a throng from the thorn. Their fat little squadron, full throttle for freedom, rides airwaves before us.
In Defense of Ballin’ on a Budget
By Marcus Wicker
Damn, Will—they’ve got you sounding mighty Uncle Phil in these streets. Like the still calling the Ketel One cheap.
Light as Imagined through a Body
By Keith S. Wilson
An expansion into light, or we could have been, or were for a moment. A painting is one kind of marriage between permanency and sight.
By Chandra Ganguly
We embarked on a three-day train ride from Pondicherry in the southern tip of India to Shillong at the northeastern tip of Assam.
Cartoon Art Volume 2017-07
By Various Artists
Great new toons by Pat Byrnes, Gordon & Miller, Mary Lawton, David Sipress, and
Cartoon Art Volume 2017-06
By Various Artists
New laughs from Pat Byrnes, Charlie Hankin, Farley Katz, Mary Lawton, and Gordon & Miller.
Cartoon Art Volume 2017-05
By Various Artists
New art and humor from Curtis Edwards, Rina Piccolo, Julia Suits,
Vey, and Kim Warp.