Stories

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First & Second Looks
Story of the Week

Once she had loved him. When had she stopped? She did not know.

Poem of the Week

On her sixty-second birthday Marge Olson got a call, not a gift.

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Story of the Week

I saw it on her face that day, a look like her heart would drift into the sky.

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Story of the Week

“Nothing does you so much harm as being in disgrace for lying.”

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Story of the Week

He’ll probably try to get her in the sack, just to stay in practice.

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First & Second Looks

No, really, you could find nothing to say against it, it’s perfect.

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Poetry

Sometimes a story is like a beehive. Sometimes an idea is like a poem.

Story of the Week

I know quite well that I’m still a beginner and have a long way to go.

Poem of the Week

Are these poems just cumbersome or a critique of cumbersomeness?

Poem of the Week

The noiseless trees, the insentient breezes that are not there.

First & Second Looks

Why is it I’m not happy? Where’s the flutter, where’s the excitement?

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First & Second Looks

I shot it close to her ear, “How come you married this Greek, anyway?”

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Classics

I lost myself in their minds: for the moment I actually became them.

iStories

I thought fleetingly he might give it to me, as he knew I wanted it.

Spring Contest Winners

She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.

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First & Second Looks

Because you are unhappy, for pity’s sake, come close, near my heart.

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First & Second Looks

Long before I saw London I smelt it in the bitter smoke of the sea-coal.

Story of the Week

The features of the girl in the bathing suit suggest a mixed-race origin.

Poetry

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

Story of the Week

If your father were here, he wouldn’t put up with your insolence.

Story of the Week

“For the entire time I was there I couldn’t get that out of my head.”

Poem of the Week

The moment in your drunk when you become rich! A connoisseur.

Story of the Week

One felt all the poor lady’s barriers were falling save her manner.

Poetry

This morning I watched two elephants dance the boogie-woogie.

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Poem of the Week

He said, You have no brother. I didn’t know what he meant. I do now.

Poem of the Week

Each night I curl my body around a small piece of silence.