STORY OF THE WEEK

Call It a Feeling

Ingrid was pretentious and rude. Children made her sadistic. The boys in my cabin, perceptive as kids can be, quickly gleaned that I was smitten.

POEM OF THE WEEK

Alimony

I wonder if we’re beautiful enough to get away with it all, if the neighbors are still chattering. Angelina Jolie is sitting in a shower. Brad is feeding the cat steak frites.

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NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

The Gold Cure

He’d begun the regime after reading in a book about Aztec medicine that gold and coffee together were believed to ensure sexual potency.

FEATURES

FEATURES

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

FEATURES

Allegiance

The first one, two, three steps I take across the room are taken with trepidation. And, so to speak, in midair.

FEATURES

Secret and
Suggestion in
Peter Taylor’s “Allegiance”

Peter Taylor’s stories are jigsaw puzzles of nuance.

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

When Enough Is Enough: Age and the Creative Impulse

Some writers persist into old age; others, many others, run out of heat.

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

A Vacuum Is a Space Entirely Devoid of Matter

In jail, or on my reservation, you’d get your teeth loosened for lying like that.

FICTION

She’s the Bomb

The words she can’t say are looping over and over like a short circuit in her brain: There’s a bomb in the Bank Center quad. A bomb, you hear me?

FICTION

Warrior Jesus

What you see, right off, is that this isn’t the sort of hero who’ll turn the other cheek or out of some misguided notion of fairness or love.

FICTION

FICTION

NONFICTION

FICTION

The Storm of
the Century

He wants Rebecca to tell him as if she holds the piece of the puzzle, the key to the secret. And, of course, she does.

FICTION

The Catch

We’d like to talk to you about her relationship with this kid, Gage, a policeman said on the phone, as if Ms. Bell and Gage had a connection that wasn’t sex, sex, sex, sex, sex.

NONFICTION

180 Sumac

My adopted brother died in a car crash not six miles from this room when we were twenty, and my life was ripped in two: before and after.

CLASSICS

CLASSICS

CLASSICS

Alturas

Almighty death invited me many times: it was like the hidden salt in waves, and its invisible flavors tasted like collapsing shipwrecks.

CLASSICS

Bleecker Street, Summer

It is a month of street accordions and sprinklers laying the dust, small shadows running from me.

Adam’s Curse

We sat together at summer’s end, that beautiful woman, your close friend, and you and I, and talked of poetry.

POETRY

POETRY

iPOEMS

POETRY

All My Pretty Ones

A man lets loose his hounds, or he ties up his hounds loosely. He lives in a nice house, for a few years, blamelessly. Or he lives in a white house.

POETRY

At the Sunoco in West Virginia

My father is dreamy, forgetful, aloof. But I’ve never actually been left behind before.

iPOEMS

Marriage as
Light Socket

Loss: as if you could lock your teeth against it. Or slam the front door to keep it out.

SHORT SHORTS

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

CARTOONS

SHORT SHORTS

Thompson’s Boots

Five klicks south of Phuoc Vinh, Val at my side and my first visit since the war, I’m searching the old firebase—grown back to jungle after thirty years.

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

Reading Three Poems

Great blue mountain! Ghost. I look at you from the porch of the farmhouse where I watched you all summer as a boy.

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2017-09

Great new toons by Pat Byrnes, Nathan Gray, David Sipress, Rich Sparks, and Julia Suits.