Authors

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Fiction

While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.

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Poem of the Week

Come live with me. We could plant acorns in each other’s mouths.

Classics

I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams.

Poetry

To articulate sweet sounds together is to work harder than all these.

Story of the Week

He didn’t fall in line with our well-established porn-shop hierarchy.

N30B Winners

West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.

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Poem of the Week

My door overlooks a jade stream, the stillness of dawn drives cares away.

Winter Contest Winners

I made him love me. To feel abandonment—again.

Poetry

Just because we have birds inside us, we don’t have to be cages.

Poem of the Week

I believe you get to see a sunset once. Death, well, I’ve lost count.

Poem of the Week

Every touch electric, every taste you, every smell, every cry.

Poem of the Week

I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo’s cry.

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Poetry

Years ago I wanted parallel lives, to see how it turns out for all of me.

iPoems

Laurie Saurborn Young

Poem of the Week

We buy a bag of cockles and three crabs, all female, sweet with egg.