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Poetry

He doesn’t notice the cop car rolling slow-motion into the station.

Poetry

This must be what it’s like to be seen by God as we inch toward the infinite.

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Story of the Week

I have given everything at the wrong time, to the wrong people.

Readers' Narratives
Story of the Week

I do not want to fall prey to the bewitchment of my mind by language.

Poetry Contest Winners

When I dream of lovers, I rarely see faces. It’s better if we never touch.

Poem of the Week

Our bed a garden of the littlest sighs of our waking. Our room, abstract.

Poetry

I know you want your mother’s dial tone like you want a KFC box.

Readers' Narratives

It was the same God who told him to get the hell out of Arkansas.

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Readers' Narratives
Readers' Narratives
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Poem of the Week

I lift my wine flask, drunk with rivers and hills.

Poem of the Week

He is not a man, but an empty shell, a creature who laughs to stop the shame.

Fiction

I hadn’t always liked being around my mother while she was alive.

Story of the Week

Tobacco and dirty wool, rank alcoholic sweat. I liked him right away.

Story of the Week

Ah, yes, Rita reminded herself: I won. Her Mistress of Mayhem award.

First & Second Looks
Poem of the Week

A Good Samaritan refused is no more good than any Bad Samaritan.

Photography & Art

We imagined the train routes through the heart of the country.

Poetry

I lost my medicine bag from back when I believed in magic.

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Poem of the Week

Your image is on my credit card, you and the old red, white, and blue.

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Story of the Week

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

Fall Contest Winners

I commute to war five days a week in a station wagon the color of an egg.

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Readers' Narratives

He was a gifted conversationalist; he could talk rain down out of clouds.

iStories

I opened my eyes and they burned; I closed them and saw my father.

Poetry

Some days Barbie Chang wants to hang up her Asian boots.

Poem of the Week

Barbie Chang asks why the evil one always has black hair.

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Readers' Narratives

As my wife and I passed the struggling men, they stared at me.