Stories

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Poem of the Week

…when you walk to the edge of the Mekong and make a wish…

Story of the Week

From the flight deck Gray could see home, wherever that might be.

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Poem of the Week

You walk and the world bends toward you like leaves waiting for rain.

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Interviews

The excuse, of course, was that men had to support families.

Poem of the Week

I’m mourning in the armpits of a lover we once called a family friend.

Poem of the Week

We will use my entire bed and all my dishes, make dirty each chair.

Story of the Week

Since his mother’s fall, Ali had been stopping by every week to help out.

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Short Shorts

So, Ida, are you a Jew or a nudist? Do you believe in Hanukkah?

Poem of the Week

We’ve seen the news. We know the story. How even our bodies hurt us.

Poetry

The hound, the leash, the fence, the hens. So many of them.

Poem of the Week

I’m happy in the unmapped landscape inside the bottle.

Poem of the Week

My relationship with god resembled that of a prisoner and firing squad.

Fiction

Why did it take Steven’s small coffin to get me to see my own son?

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First & Second Looks
Story of the Week

The old man drinks some more liquor and whacks down two trees.

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Story of the Week

Go came up with the idea that all things were part of a good conspiracy.

Story of the Week

I was thinking sex, she was thinking sex, but neither of us made a move.

Poem of the Week

Snows piling in his crying mouth. Cold gave him a light complexion.

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Narrative Outloud

You can go from one town square
to another and never fall in love.

Narrative Outloud

We need the opportunity to dance with really exquisite strangers.

Fiction

“It was not wartime sentiment that moved me to ask you here.”

Fiction

He longed only for Claire’s strange seriousness, her silent focus.

Story of the Week

Tony’d had guns pulled on him more times than he had toes.

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Poetry

I couldn’t love the tree in every soul shouldering its own tiny autumn.

Am I My Brother’s Keeper?
These are brothers loving and hating each other, brothers warring for a common desire, brothers who might kill each other if pushed beyond their limits.

Poem of the Week

Desperately, children: I am in desperate need for desperate need.

Poem of the Week

She countered the reverence of his efforts stroke by stroke, tit for tat.

Story of the Week

It is our first time, both of ours. This sentence ends with hate myself.