STORY OF THE WEEK

Saved By Jane Smiley

Saved

I wrote a song about a ghost who wanders around, not trying to scare people, just trying to find some information about how she became a ghost.

POEM OF THE WEEK

Gone, the old verve, gone By J. P. Grasser

Gone, the old verve, gone

It’s not that I’ve wasted my life or that the world has grown somehow short on absurdities. After all, there are pianos.

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.

FROM THE LIBRARY

I Will Meet You at the End By Philip Metres

I Will Meet You at the End

I will meet you at the end of a long travel where some unnamable star awaits to hoist us both in its palm and hold us close.

FALL CONTEST WINNER

NONFICTION

FALL CONTEST WINNER

The Spectacular By Renée Thompson

The Spectacular

Con held Glacier close to his chest and inhaled the scent of her feathers—a mix of mountain air and high-desert sage, of dust and bark and willow.

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.

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

Daddy’s Girl By Cally Fiedorek

Daddy’s Girl

He’d always seemed to run in some pretty smarmy circles, Daddy. Everything incestuous, everybody knowing everybody. A Midtown shadow world.

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.

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

CARTOONS

NARRATIVE OUTLOUD

Rhythm & Sound By Donald Hall

Rhythm & Sound

Every time you write free verse you are improvising your way toward a conclusion that will bind everything together.

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2024-03 By Various Artists

Cartoon Art Volume 2024-03

New laughs with fresh recruits, an embarrassing tangle, desire’s stormy impact, and much more.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

My Opera By Kim Addonizio

My Opera

The staging is difficult. Exploding stars are involved, high-redshift galaxies, interior chambers, a little country blues, a little jazz guitar.

POETRY

Cocaine & Flowers By Brian Gyamfi

Cocaine & Flowers

When the gods came to America with a bag of cocaine and flowers they were beheaded. Their death had nothing to do with the president.

POETRY

Old Friend By Naomi Shihab Nye

Old Friend

Spring billowing, I navigate my daily pool of gloom. Arrange your five deflating basketballs under the lonely net. I always loved the honesty of old friends.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

At the Museum of Empress Livia’s Garden Room By Pimone Triplett

At the Museum of Empress Livia’s Garden Room

The nouns pile up. Umbrella pine, oleander, quince. Or go missing as anything else.

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

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.