STORY OF THE WEEK

Society By Kaitlin Roberts

Society

I was just starting to tell people how your thirties are so much better than your twenties when I hit my midthirties, and my life felt like it might explode.

POEM OF THE WEEK

Pig Shit Cannon By Jon D. Lee

Pig Shit Cannon

We witnessed our town not as the whole we’d thought but a series of fault lines just below the polish and held in place by the loosest of binds.

SPRING STORY CONTEST

SPRING STORY CONTEST

We’re looking for short stories, essays, memoirs, photo essays, graphic stories, and excerpts from long fiction and nonfiction.

Please see the Guidelines.

RECENT AWARDS

Recent Awards for Our Authors

Recent Awards for Our Authors

Year in and out, many of our authors receive notable awards, including the BASS and O. Henry prize, and many others. You can find their works here.

FICTION

NONFICTION

FICTION

The Rooms By Susan Minot

The Rooms

What she wanted, she found herself saying before the sob choked her, was to be able to live—not just with another person, but with herself.

NONFICTION

The Measure of All Things? By Hal Crowther

The Measure of All Things?

There are mornings, not few enough, when I feel like burning my birth certificate and resigning from the human race.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Fire Emblem By JP Allen

Fire Emblem

Autumn to autumn, I hold your face in cardboard under my bed till I place it on my paper altar for the Day of the Dead. Well. Most years I forget.

POETRY

Requiem By Bruce Bond

Requiem

The more dissonance you hear, the more you listen, the more it tears from the bone. You could weep for months, years. And then, you stop.

POETRY

Gargantuan By T. De Los Reyes

Gargantuan

My childhood is a city where tenderness was frowned upon, yet you are now holding my body, whose shape is exactly what I need it to be.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Rasam and Beans Curry By Supritha Rajan

Rasam and Beans Curry

When I raise a spoon of beans roasted with coconut to my mouth, what I see condenses to a series of images.

POETRY

The Reader in Quarantine By Sharon Olds

The Reader in Quarantine

The reader was no longer fifty, or sixty. She did not really think of herself as an old woman, though she called herself one.

POETRY

The Loneliness of Fireworks By Zhai Yongming

The Loneliness of Fireworks

Fireworks and bar girls all dance in revelry before they subside, in the end, into loneliness. Anyone can go wild in this moonlight.

POETRY

CARTOONS

POETRY

Home Is a Verb of Motion By Grace H. Zhou

Home Is a Verb of Motion

On a bald knoll, circled by on-ramps and overpasses, weathering and weighted is a concrete behemoth for the gods of want.

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2024-04 By Various Artists

Cartoon Art Volume 2024-04

New laughs with a modest matador, some fashionable wishes, a new approach to exercise, the fruits of hard labor, and more.