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Poem of the Week
Today is my favorite kind of day. Night opens, light concedes.
Poem of the Week
I read that poem twice, didn’t I? I must have wanted to hear it again.
Poem of the Week
Why is the sun such a bad companion to the desert traveler?
Poem of the Week
After having been riddled with stars: I lost the light that was lost.
Poetry
I couldn’t love the tree in every soul shouldering its own tiny autumn.
Story of the Week
It changes nothing. It’s nasty shit, and you’ve gotta get clean.
Story of the Week
They couldn’t go to the Manson family caves because of nuclear radiation.
Fiction
A small circle of friends and family babysat so she could go to school.
Fiction
“I might surprise you,” Mr. Maxi said. Polly hoped he’d go all out.
Poem of the Week
The appendix on political correctness explains why none of that is funny.
Poetry
She was gone then, inaudible, steeple-reticent, demure as sky.
Love Story Contest
A high roller gave her money to stay in his room for the weekend.
Fiction
She had yellow cat eyes that she insisted were also blond.
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I usually get my best writing done at night or at the close of day.
iStories
Howard found himself dancing the merengue with a buxom Puerto Rican.
Story of the Week
He was alongside without preamble. Elephants are not stealthy by nature.
Poetry
I'll pick a black card of luck for you: star, pinkmoon, mirror, ostrich eye.
Fiction
The sight of her belly ring and the smooth, tight canopy of flesh.
Fiction
The pillow into which her face was turned muffled her voice.
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Phuong feared that she was nothing but a regret born into flesh.
Poetry
A child no bigger than small change calls from her window j’ai faim.
Poem of the Week
I roam the dirt with the law in my teeth, a widower in search of a widow.
Poem of the Week
I ask if you are all right until you can be nothing but not all right, not okay.
Poem of the Week
Grandfather advised me: learn a trade. I learned to sit at a desk.
Poem of the Week
We work to house the water yet know we cannot keep anything.
Poetry
I can already feel the stone’s resistance as I work the first pass.
Poem of the Week
Window widows we were once, like lonely oil spilled on sullied beaches.
Poem of the Week
My soul’s parts know little and don’t care whether I live or die.
Poem of the Week
May the dice throw their combinations at night. May it be June then July.
Fiction
The dead children were wheeled away, covered with white sheets.
Story of the Week
The guards ripped off Mara’s clothes, pinning her head against the wall.
Nonfiction
A friend said she hated the State of Israel because it killed her cat.
Story of the Week
Give him a bottle of red wine. You’ll be his best friend right away.
Story of the Week
The tree was shaggy and it bore scars of shrapnel from the war.
Nonfiction
If you let me live, I will buy you beer whenever I see you in town.
Fiction
Ever since she believed he was cheating, she felt erotically obsessed.
Story of the Week
“How is it fair that you know who I am but I have to guess about you?”