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Story of the Week
Lebanon’s dreams of a homeland were fading with every rocket launch.
Story of the Week
It was true. We would probably never visit that place again.
Poem of the Week
Warm breath in my ear mouthing a name; rivulet folded back in water.
Poetry
I find lost prayers in the tiny edging around buttonholes.
Poetry
The past is never done with. It begs to be fed, demands to be eaten.
Poetry
David, I don’t know how to say this, but I didn’t think you’d make it.
Poetry
Smoke and stock and toasted chili flakes. The garlic at marshmallow tan.
Story of the Week
Hello, women rising up against toxic men. I salute you. And I apologize.
Story of the Week
The excursion brought shape to that entire scruff-covered summer.
Story of the Week
The event was an accelerator. So much matter crashed, vaporized.
Fiction
There was a glint of cold red light out there, on the other shore of the lake.
Poem of the Week
I feel as if I have been struck from the book of the living.
Winter Contest Winners
There is a pure fear, in waking somewhere you have not lain down.
She runs until her blisters bleed. Then, she runs some more.
