Stories

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.

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Photography & Art

The materials were everyday and the possibilities were open-ended.

Story of the Week

I could not tell what visions were vanishing in the dying slave.

Story of the Week

Like a ghost, he appeared at the entrance of his hermitage.

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Poem of the Week

Subtract for the cigarettes, the bourbon, the sleepless nights.

Nonfiction

They do good things for us, the bats. But we do not want them there.

Poem of the Week

His mouth hardens whenever their son’s name is mentioned.

Fiction

The dead children were wheeled away, covered with white sheets.

Poetry

Beyond the glib off-white palisades lies the answer to an urban dream.

Story of the Week

Why does she do it? She knows cutting yourself is a joke. Goth, idiotic.

Story of the Week

I hate it here, but I’ll make the best of it, because that’s what mothers do.

Story of the Week

I was all alone in a little room, nothing but that big gun in my face.

Poem of the Week

Am I here without me just as I was before when stars spoke.

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Poem of the Week

There are the short and decisive words: yes, no, now, never, love, death, poetry.

Story of the Week

Your intelligence and charisma would serve you well in life.

Poem of the Week

We couldn’t tell which of us was a girl or a boy we gorged on dirt.

N30B Winners

How’s everything? It’s been forever! Things with me are pretty good.

Features

To see—and to see properly—is the writer’s central responsibility.

Features

Truths don’t eclipse each other—they only complicate each other.

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I worry that I will be kidnapped by my cab driver and driven to an ATM.

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Rebecca Seiferle

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Tina Nettesheim

Features

Writing is a subversive activity that exempts you from the rules.

Features

I wanted from my father what I had never wanted or sought: his advice.

Features

You can get anyone to sleep with you—if you want it bad enough.