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Poem of the Week

Who mind loved would not rather be loved body too. Since all is all.

Poetry

Some women have all the tit out hip out flat of the hand & tone of voice.

Photography & Art

For my vacation last summer, I visited the Bateer family in Xiwuqi.

Poem of the Week

Beached on the kingdom I learned to swim with my eyes closed.

Poetry

Here we were, seventeen, trapped by the sheer number of bodies.

Fiction

“You are too young for politics, too beautiful for a jail cell.”

Poem of the Week

The almanac tells them when the moon passes into ghost weather.

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Poetry

I wanted just to like chemistry, because my teacher hailed from Georgia.

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Poetry Contest Winners

He grew a forest of candles and cried when it succumbed to wildfire.

Story of the Week

The blood had been soaked up in sawdust—“this is hell.”

Story of the Week

We put effort into making things that No Man would ever think of creating.

Story of the Week

If he was cheating on her, he was cheating on her paintings as well.

Poetry

The old-timer outside the guard station was knifing his own tires.

Poem of the Week

Complicity can crease the tongue back on itself like an origami dog.

Nonfiction

Once, when young and proud, I tried to grasp the enormity of the past.

Story of the Week

His thoughts swirl around him. Maybe women aren’t women anymore.

Story of the Week

She was wanting to be noticed as a person not wanting to be noticed.

Fiction

He was regarded as a visionary and a fool in almost equal measure.

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Story of the Week

Love speaks in silence, on behalf of lovers too tired for words.

Poetry

The waves of laughters breach an inlet of cumulus and I’m excited.

Poem of the Week

It’s not the sun and all its colonies that miss you—it’s the frailest barriers.

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Essays

Tonight these writers lower their eyes and silence their words.

Poem of the Week

We’d hit something in the dark which—bang!—was there and gone.

Narrative “Tell Me A Story” High School Contest

He didn’t come to arrive, he came to go, and yet that didn’t matter.

Narrative By Hand

Manuscript pages from The Blue Flower and The Bookshop.

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Short Shorts

She flicked a bit of citrus on her tongue. Her laugh was hard and high.

Poem of the Week

They know whoever passes on the curving road just by the footstep.

Fiction

The beer and the kissing and the lateness of the hour had got to me.

Poetry

Years they sought her, whose crew left on the water a sad Welsh hymn.

Winter Contest Winners

No parent has yet been born who can save a child from childhood.

Poetry

How can we go on believing each day won’t be the one that flames out?

Story of the Week

The sedan clipped their front bumper and pitched Bill’s car into a slide.

Story of the Week

If mine, then, is a religious Offence, leave it to religious Punishments.

Six-Word Stories

Six-word stories about the the perplexities of love and desire.

Fiction

And that girls came to his house all the time, cheap girls from the docks.

Narrative Outloud

Lynn Freed reads from her collection, The Curse of the Appropriate Man.

Fiction

Ma didn’t believe in slapping. It was what common people did.

Nonfiction

If you want to know what to write, ask yourself what obsesses you.

Fiction

She had seen him take the crop to a girl for doing nothing at all.

Nonfiction

What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?

Narrative Outloud

I arrived that evening barefoot and swathed in a sort of striped toga.

Nonfiction

The intention of the writer is irrelevant to the success of the story.

Narrative 10

“The Sentry” taught me that all true laughter has tears behind it.

Narrative Outloud

What about writers who come suddenly into full power late in life?

Poem of the Week

Three rooms, sight unseen, rented from a nurse and her husband.

Poem of the Week

This poem weaves human and earthly hurt together in just a few short lines.

Poem of the Week

I only feel that here, only here, in this one place, a small rise.

Poetry

If life was exchanged, who is to say it flowed one way?

Story of the Week

She accused her husband with great drama of having destroyed her life.

Story of the Week

The ashes of a human being are not ash. The body burns into wood.

Poetry

When I cried the tears felt so ineffective next to the ocean.

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Story of the Week

It will be years before the kids see us as real people, not just as parents.

Story of the Week
Story of the Week

I wouldn’t sleep a second, knowing the catastrophe I’d set in motion.

Story of the Week

The consensus was that all the great writers drank way too much.

Story of the Week

Living as the last artist in Manhattan: it’s the ultimate test of commitment.

Fiction

The scent of lighter fluid and tobacco drifted in through the window.

Fiction

She had learned that it was easy to get Sylvi to do things.

Readers' Narratives
Features

I worry that I will be kidnapped by my cab driver and driven to an ATM.

Fiction

On her wedding day Ellen accidently locked herself inside the pantry.

Story of the Week

Betsy recoiled, understanding instinctively what was to come.

Story of the Week

A gift tells you who you are and what you’re not in the eyes of others.

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Graphic Stories

This kind of heart-wrenching love was different from all the others.

Graphic Stories

Those are the horses you win on, the ones that want to kill you.

Graphic Stories

Didn’t you think I’d come after you? Don’t you want to be with me?

Graphic Stories

I’m not the girl for anyone. I can’t just go be a wife.

Graphic Stories

Eliza Frye

Graphic Stories

She’s a blushing peach waiting to be plucked by practiced hands.