STORY OF THE WEEK

Sky an Iris By Niamh Mac Cabe

Sky an Iris

Eily promises her god daily that she’ll carry with grace the heavy blessing he has bestowed after her years of silent pleading.

POEM OF THE WEEK

Another Pastoral By J. P. Grasser

Another Pastoral

Again the river gnaws at the cutbank, produces a curtain of lovegrass roots, again the early-born calf’s tail freezes to the earth.

ENTER TODAY

ENTER TODAY

iSTORY

The Matador and the Bull By Karen Gentry

The Matador
and the Bull

If, on your deathbed, you want to watch a lighthearted movie, don’t let me pick the film.

Winter Issue

FICTION

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Winter Issue

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Bioko By Bill Barich

Bioko

Of course we drank too much during the crisis. The country was in shreds, tearing itself apart at the seams. Clubs, machetes, widespread rioting, then rumors of a civil war.

FICTION

Telepathic Message in Time of Crisis By Ann Beattie

Telepathic Message in Time of Crisis

He considers my writing interchangeable with other coronavirus activities, such as staring at your bank balance while sucking the ends of your hair.

FICTION

Vera By Carol Edgarian

Vera

I would never believe that a man or a wish could save us. Having come from desire, I knew too much about desire. I knew San Francisco was a whore’s daughter, same as me.

FICTION

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The Crossing Guard By Sara Houghteling

The Crossing Guard

He stops and frowns. “You going to be okay out here? I mean, a woman, by herself, in the dark?”
This hasn’t made it on to my list of worries.

FICTION

Oklahoma By Scott Karambis

Oklahoma

All our imagined fears—predators lurking in vans, drug dealers in town, drunken teenagers careening down the road—are nothing compared to our fear of the rich.

FICTION

oh By Lance Olsen

oh

Before stepping out, Doctor Dressler left a note on the kitchen countertop, black marker on yellow lined paper: Suicide. Back by 7:00. Love, Max.

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GRAPHIC STORIES

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Another Star By Kirstin Valdez Quade

Another Star

When Angel explained that Mike tried to strangle her, Marissa just shook her head. “He was joking. Mike jokes around.”

FICTION

Restless By Allen Wier

Restless

“You couldn’t handle the kick of a shotgun. It would flat knock you down.”
I might surprise you, she thought but did not say.

GRAPHIC STORIES

Signaling By Jenny Lesser

Signaling

I walked around with a beat-up copy of Kafka’s stories. I thought it had a knife or candle on the cover but now realize it was a pen nib.

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Billionaires’ Boats By Hal Crowther

Billionaires’ Boats

The way we react to mega-yachts and Mar-a-Lago polarizes Americans as much as the way we feel about race or assault rifles and the NRA.

NONFICTION

Beachfront By J. D. Debris

Beachfront

This beach is the perfect place to sip iced coffee, strum major-seventh chords, or meditate on the complete and utter destruction of humanity.

NONFICTION

Death By Abigail Thomas

Death

If I should be unlucky, or careless, or just plain stupid, the virus would do me in, sure as shooting. Maybe it’s time to think realistically about death.


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NARRATIVE 10

SIX-WORD STORIES


NARRATIVE 10

An Interview with Jo Ann Beard

An Interview

Q. Your cure for when the spirit flags?

A. Follow the plumy tail of a dog on a trail through the woods.

NARRATIVE 10

Ten Questions for Paisley Rekdal

Ten Questions

I wish I could return to my early twenties when I was suffering from insomnia and, to while away the nights, turned to nineteenth-century novels.

SIX-WORD STORIES

Rembrandt By Dipen DasGupta

Rembrandt

A story about materialism, morality, cupidity, and conflagration—all in just six words.

FALL CONTEST WINNERS

FALL CONTEST WINNERS

FALL CONTEST WINNERS

Refuge By Madelena Grossmann

Refuge

“You should leave that behind,” I said to Nina, pointing to the blanket she was tying on to her backpack, already crammed full of clothes.

FALL CONTEST WINNERS

Slowly, Slowly, Then All at Once By Charles Wheelan

Slowly, Slowly, Then All at Once

“Go here?” she asked, waving the form. “It’s dangerous—chaotic. You can’t take students there. Is this serious?”

N30B WINNERS

N30B WINNERS

N30B WINNERS

N30B WINNERS

Object Permanence and Other Poems By Madeleine Cravens

Object Permanence and Other Poems

I want to know how things will end. I’ve heard of the beginning, how grains of pollen fell from the poplars. Then a little choral music, cavalry, bright skirmish on the hillside.

N30B WINNERS

Training at the Yizhuang Combat Sports Academy, 2008 By Simon Shieh

Training at
the Yizhuang Combat Sports
Academy, 2008

My sparring partner lies back, dancing to his own music, waits for my hands to drop below my jaw.

N30B WINNERS

Seasonal Diptych By Rob Shapiro

Seasonal Diptych

Sick to death of heavy boots and sleet-faded streets, how the sun falls back through its trapdoor and vanishes like the men in my family who’ve died or disappeared.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Bedtime Stories By Yasmine Ameli

Bedtime Stories

My mama and her cousins ride bikes to the Caspian in their bikinis. The oil is good, the rial strong. When bearded men yell at the girls, they just laugh.

POETRY

Museum and Other Poems By Emma Aylor

Museum and
Other Poems

What kind of child would seek so desperately to be seen at all but not seen real? Talk about me, please, like I’m not here.

POETRY

The Goodbyes By John Balaban

The Goodbyes

Say their names all you want, you are calling after ghosts: Dead parents, good or bad, dwelling in terminal silence.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Real Trees Are a Different Matter By Emma Binder

Real Trees Are a Different Matter

Canadian geese stand agog at real trees, real lake, wondering at the call of exodus unmooring webbed feet.

POETRY

The Idea of Antarctica By Kōan Anne Brink

The Idea of Antarctica

When the islands dry up, there is no telling a difference, there will be no needing to tell a difference. Silk cloud, silk veil of rock unfolding.

POETRY

Nothing (Elegy for My Father) By Patrick Thomas Casey

Nothing (Elegy for My Father)

Nothing stills, nothing stops. The world is still as it was before. The gulls still cry their nothing sounds; the sea still toils as nothing drowns.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

The Stormtroopers of My Country By Tishani Doshi

The Stormtroopers of My Country

The stormtroopers of my country love their wives but are okay to burn what needs to be burnt for the good of the republic

POETRY

Not an Elegy By Patrick James Errington

Not an Elegy

Thank fuck there’s still a little weather left. Snow, which means you don’t have to talk about it, means despite itself, no poems needed.

POETRY

Divine Apparitions By Rebecca Foust

Divine Apparitions

In a tree’s convulsed burl, I saw the pope who blessed Mother T’s covert deathbed conversions but forbade condoms for men who had AIDS.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

It Began By Will Frazier

It Began

When a small thirst grew one night in August into a gallon of orange juice every six hours. When the doctor said your life will never be the same.

POETRY

Yet and Other Poems By April Goldman

Yet and Other Poems

He said laughing, it is brave of you to try to use the word beautiful, really kind of wild.

POETRY

Ground Squirrels By J. P. Grasser

Ground Squirrels

Their rebirth was almost more joyous to see, better than before—praise this ever-loving life, I thought, that goes on despite our efforts to the contrary.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Elegy for Suzanne Nash Gurin By Katy Gurin

Elegy for Suzanne Nash Gurin

Every time I think I know the horror of it exactly, Iʼm wrong. For mourning they say three months, two months, a year.

POETRY

Doorknob Comments By Jessica Hincapie

Doorknob Comments

Suddenly it seemed so silly. Demanding love from even a mother; expecting that poetry, of all things, ought to tell the truth.

POETRY

From BINT By Ghinwa Jawhari

From BINT

actresses, their pealing laughs breaking laws in every language, opened windows in our dreams both-handed, waved us in, naked elbows on the sill.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Gamble By Kassy Lee

Gamble

Why my grandma loved penny slots and romance novels with unicorns mounted by long-haired men, I never knew.

POETRY

Tacenda By Nadra Mabrouk

Tacenda

My own skin now still hardening in February. His name remains, always relevant, debris in the lake where I stand on the edge.

POETRY

Gifts for a Beautiful Body and Other Poems By Komal Mathew

Gifts for a
Beautiful Body and Other Poems

Perhaps the only way to see a whole body is to see one coming out of you.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

They Were Blind and Other Poems By Rooja Mohassessy

They Were Blind and Other Poems

Fatwas condoned our arrest for the rouged contours of our lips, not what came out of them

POETRY

Time in the Burn Ward and Other Poems By Dion O’Reilly

Time in the
Burn Ward and
Other Poems

I awakened on my belly—my back a raw field from nape to heels.

POETRY

The Monkey’s Face and Other Poems By Max Seifert

The Monkey’s Face and Other Poems

One of the guys is always bound to be that guy. You felt the tree you hole up in at night being climbed.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Communication By Soren Stockman

Communication

It is part of the deal, the church, the nation I call home, where citizens protesting their own killers are told Go back to Africa.

POETRY

Best Practices for Speaking to the Father By Jacob Sunderlin

Best Practices
for Speaking to
the Father

Hold the ladder, so he can pull parts of himself from himself to make patches.

POETRY

Last Acre By Lee Colin Thomas

Last Acre

Where the subdivision gives way to what it was once: an open field simmering in the nacreous breath of a summer moon.

POETRY

iPOEMS


iPOEMS

POETRY

On the Isle of Fast-Flowing Waters By JinJin Xu

On the Isle of Fast-Flowing Waters

LIKE ANY YOUNG POET the Misty Poet writes the Poem not for the hunger-striking students, but for the Lover he meets on the train.

iPOEMS

Perichoresis By Will Brewbaker

Perichoresis

Nonsense: this
belief. This
clinging-to.

Vanity.


iPOEMS

January By John Freeman

January

I cooked pasta
with chilies last
night and my
fingers still
burn.

READERS’ NARRATIVES

READERS’ NARRATIVES

READERS’ NARRATIVES

READERS’ NARRATIVES

Manhattan By Kit Smyth Basquin

Manhattan

Maybe this guy had not gotten over the death of his wife enough to risk feelings for me, although originally, he called me.

READERS’ NARRATIVES

Thomas Nelson Community College By Bill Glose

Thomas Nelson Community College

I could follow the lessons of my silent father or try something different. And so I wrote a poem.

READERS’ NARRATIVES

Mumbai By Beatrice Rao

Mumbai

We learned to be thankful for each sunrise and sunset. The birds chirping at the windowsill, singing no matter what.


CARTOONS


CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2021-03 By Various Artists

Cartoon Art Volume 2021-03

Great new toons by Juan Astasio, Mary Lawton, Drew Panckeri, Sam Patnoe, and Julia Suits.
Cartoon Art Volume 2021-02 By Various Artists

Cartoon Art Volume 2021-02

New laughs from Glen Le Lievre, Jared Nangle, Teresa Burns Parkhurst, Ali Solomon, and P. C. Vey.
Cartoon Art Volume 2021-01 By Various Artists

Cartoon Art Volume 2021-01

Great new toons by Kendra Allenby, Pat Byrnes, Ivan Ehlers, Kate Isenberg, and Mick Stevens.