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STORY OF THE WEEK
By Cally Fiedorek
She hated the way she felt. The role she was called on to play. Brittle White Lady in Sunglasses. She hated the clip-clop of her heels on the gallery floor.
POEM OF THE WEEK
By Dean Young
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo’s cry, 5-7-5, but now I want a Russian novel, a 50-page description of you sleeping.
OPEN TO ALL WRITERS
We’re looking for short stories, essays, memoirs, photography, graphic stories, and excerpts from long fiction and nonfiction.
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By Charles Johnson
He was a pampered, upper-caste rich boy, someone who’d never missed a meal in his life but now was slumming among the poor.
By Jenny Xie
We had the luxury of a living room and a kitchen that was ours alone. We had been there for almost a year before my father’s paramour showed up and demolished it all.
Hometown Nocturne and Other Poems
By Leila Chatti
I kissed mostly above the belt, prayed when I had to, and when I slid lipstick into my sleeve at the drugstore I felt bad about it, I was very good at feeling bad.
A Kind of Thinking and Other Poems
By Maya Catherine Popa
Girls gathered flowers for crowns, boys whispered in the shade of the basketball courts. What happened and didn’t pushed with equal force.
Doing No Harm: Some Thoughts on Reading and Writing in the Age of Umbrage
By Lynn Freed
My students knew too how I felt about the stranglehold of political correctness in a creative writing class.
The Human Comedy Part II
By Sherman Alexie
These six-worders are a cool hybrid. They work in a strict three-act structure, like screenplays. They also rely heavily on that strategic pause between the second and third act.
Edward, the Funny One
By Ann Beattie
Edward the Funny didn’t have much to laugh about in his midthirties. Zarah had made the decision to move to Israel with her sister rather than stay in the marriage.
The Man Without
By Joyce Carol Oates
She knows of no one quite like herself—a prominent research scientist attached to one of the most famous labs in her field, who has fallen in love with her research subject.
By Austin Smith
At any moment everything you love can be taken from you, but if you’re going out for fish on a Friday night, the earliest that everything can be taken from you is Saturday morning.
In the Water
By Brenden Willey
Nathan’s hands, which had touched the carcass, felt chilled, shivery, and he stood back among the others on the dry grass while the water seemed to grow about the carcass and spread.
Interpretation of a Painted Landscape
By James Arthur
One cow, standing at an angle to the other members of the herd, looks as if a piercing thought had occurred to her and almost immediately gone away.
Fire and Other Poems
By Anders Carlson-Wee
We made zippos, lifeboats, strike anywheres—no calloused hands, no ash in throats—the flameless, the catalytic, the everlasting. That white flash of ignition never gets old.
Barbie Chang Poems
By Victoria Chang
Some days Barbie Chang wants to hang up her Asian boots she is in a sea of water who gets to decide which section of water eats the ship it’s always the white water
By Meghan Dunn
Owen, in the rafters, about to descend. Something he’s done a hundred times before. Only this time, he falls. This time, I know it’s coming. My muscles tense. My mouth open.
By Nora Hickey
Histories we spin from lust, our tongues heavy and soaked. Our bones can’t fit in our grandparents’ clothes. Their slim hips! The rough wool! But it is so fun to try.
Ode to Nothing
By Gregory Orr
I’m afraid I’ve let nothing
Into this poem.
It wasn’t an easy decision
Is a difficult theme.
Frost on Fire and Other Poems
By Dean Rader
When I look out off the coast of California, I am standing on our farm in Hinton, Oklahoma. I heart the left in San Francisco, but I left my heart in Oklahoma.
Bicyclette Batavus and Other Poems
By Matthew Rohrer
Do you feel that? he said, how far from home we are? But the bicycle didn’t answer, it tipped slightly against the bench. The forest shadows came down to the clovers in the fields.
A Collection of Eyelashes on Paper
By Sam Roxas-Chua
If I blew them off the page they would haunt me tomorrow, follow me to the courtyard where my son pokes a fish with a stick and I have to tell him about the dark boat.
By Michael McGriff
After four winters, rail service has returned to town. The wind is painting new suicidal minutes on the face of the clock over the boathouse.
By James Richardson
Even our tenderest
buds and shoots
(though we are pained)
By Michael Shewmaker
A boat-tailed grackle counts the passing cars from the traffic light he perches on. The ferryman of Fairmont Avenue, his eyes are scars.
San Diego State University
By Michele Karas
The poet, the decorated war veteran, has a hard-on. He’s holding your letter of
By Richard Smith
The house is full of houseguests who are not of the weather-braving persuasion, and they’re giving Netflix a workout.
Terms Only Dogs Know
By Rina Piccolo
Doorblocked: The failure to carry out plans due to a closed door.
Cartoon Art Volume 2016-01
By Various Artists
New laughs from Donna Barstow, Farley Katz, Mary Lawton, Glen Le Lievre, and Rina Piccolo.
Cartoon Art Volume 2015-12
By Various Artists
Art and humor from
Duffy, Drew Panckeri, Victoria Roberts, Tom Toro, and