STORY OF THE WEEK

Hard By Molly Giles

Hard

Jane remembers the two of them years ago confessing what they intended to do with their lives: Have lots of lovers. Save the World. Make Art.

POEM OF THE WEEK

Grace By Bruce Bond

Grace

When I first learned of the death of millions, I tried to name the drowned constellations, to make them legible and still.

FINAL WEEK TO ENTER

FINAL WEEK TO ENTER
Deadline: July 18, at midnight, PDT.

Open to all poets. Narrative is always looking for new voices, and all entries will be considered for publication. Each entry may contain up to five poems.

NARRATIVE FIRSTS

Publishing First-Time Authors

Publishing First-Time Authors

First-time authors are a regular feature in Narrative. Read the works of some of the remarkable poets and writers who first appeared here.

WINTER CONTEST WINNERS

WINTER CONTEST WINNERS

WINTER CONTEST WINNERS

WINTER CONTEST WINNERS

Allergy By Kartikeya Shekhar

Allergy

I just noticed it one morning, this tiny, innocuous-looking bump on my finger. But then I saw it again a few days later, sitting peacefully on my nose.

WINTER CONTEST WINNERS

Shuttle Diplomacy By Peter Bradbury

Shuttle Diplomacy

Cristina Suárez has lived somewhere in my mind since I met her. I haven’t seen her for a long time and her appearances are fleeting, a gust of air, a murmur in the night.

WINTER CONTEST WINNERS

Air after a Fire By Doug Ramspeck

Air after a Fire

He thought all the time about how the pickup had driven her away, as though it hadn’t happened just that one time but was happening over and over.

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

A Local Habitation and a Name By Richard Bausch

A Local Habitation and a Name

He was unable to accept the fact of the marriage, and Marie was therefore exiled, like Cordelia in the old play.

FICTION

The Maneater By T. C. Boyle

The Maneater

What he saw was that underneath the skin we are made of flesh, like anything else. He was terrified. He wanted, more than anything, to live.

FICTION

The Prepper By Morgan Talty

The Prepper

Nὰka. A word can mean anything if you make it, and I made it out to be just that. The Nὰka were coming. I don’t need to say it again.

NONFICTION

INTERVIEWS

NONFICTION

Tina Turner and My Father By Deborah Paredez

Tina Turner and My Father

A diva’s voice elevates a song into a diva anthem by carrying both struggle and perseverance, both trauma and triumph.

INTERVIEWS

Narrative 10 By R. O. Kwon

Narrative 10

I often think of something my graduate-school mentor Michael Cunningham once said, that our characters are not floating balls of disembodied energy.

CARTOONS

WRITERS’ RESOURCES

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2024-06 By Various Artists

Cartoon Art Volume 2024-06

New laughs with some loving parents, a surprisingly rough-tongued muse, emotions ready to boil over, and more.

WRITERS’ RESOURCES

WRITERS’ RESOURCES
Looking for an MFA program or a writing conference to attend? Seeking sage advice or a good book on writing?

Don’t miss our curated list of Writer’s Resources.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Food Poem By Emily Alexander

Food Poem

After olives after almonds after anchovies. After baguettes, every seasonal berry smashed into jam and dripped down the fronts of shirts.

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

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Passing and Other Poems By John Freeman

Passing and Other Poems

I look up and meet a woman’s eyes. It’s early evening the night could go another way and for the length of a stride it could.

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

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

POETRY

POETRY

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

Lightning Takes the Form of Hope By Reed Turchi

Lightning Takes the Form of Hope

There is nothing I can do, or say, so I turn up the radio, drown myself in climax of guitar to match the boiling in my blood.

POETRY

The Baby Survives By Sam Stokley

The Baby Survives

Imagine shucking the whole cob in one go. A legion of hands gripping the fresh sweet corn and yanking, sun-kissed hair and husk left on the stalk.