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Poetry

If every present
is possible, how can we have eyes to see?

Poem of the Week

You ask, Could we have coffee? No, my truth, I’m still on this side.

Poem of the Week

The five notes, slowly, over & over, and with some light intent.

Poem of the Week

Each year we fail to imagine how the days will blanch, the air will harden.

Poem of the Week

My father made me watch softball on ESPN 2 to help me stay alive.

Poetry

God is there between things, sitting at his own left hand.

Fall Contest Winners

His spirit shone fiercely, shaming the chasm by illuminating it.

Fiction

The social-media world was ablaze with his daughter’s bagunça.

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Poem of the Week

We say America you are magnificent and we meant we are heartbroken.

Narrative Outloud

His beginnings, his genesis as a writer, and the fateful connections between life and art.

Story of the Week

She is eight years old and doesn’t recognize the word divorce.

Story of the Week

Instead of attunement, I was given a pair of size 6 Toughskins.

N30B Winners

Boys called him Lorry Raja and imitated his high-stepping walk.

Poem of the Week

Every room came furnished half-real & dead like mirrors on skin

Poetry

Knowing that it will end i saw myself again at the fair popping balloons

Story of the Week

Albert came to her rescue. “The Great Gatsby’s our religion,” he said.

Story of the Week

Gramps’ will was a fifty-year diary, all jammed onto two sheets.

Story of the Week

All diseases were conquered. Death was an adventure for volunteers.

Poem of the Week

If only to hold on by opening lord give me this one eighth day

Poem of the Week

Here’s the world, sweetheart. One word as small & large as a father.

Poetry

A boy in a dress vanishes beneath the sound of his own galloping.

Narrative Outloud

Don’t be afraid. The end of the road is so far ahead it is already behind us.