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Fiction
While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.
Poem of the Week
Come live with me. We could plant acorns in each other’s mouths.
Classics
I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams.
Poetry
To articulate sweet sounds together is to work harder than all these.
Narrative By Hand
Handwritten drafts of “Byzantium,” “Easter, 1916,” and other poems.
Story of the Week
“The basis of literary friendship is mixing the poisoned bowl.”
Poem of the Week
Their days go over in idleness, and they sigh if the wind but lift a tress.
Story of the Week
I know exactly what to do when Papa has a seizure in the middle of the night.
Story of the Week
Silence, a weapon of choice, hung between them, cut through the air.
Story of the Week
He has his hands on Nii’s throat, and this time I do not stop them.
Spring Contest Winners
I wait for the one thing that will change my life to arrive in the mail.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
“Even though we aren’t carrying out the deed, we are the most responsible.”
Story of the Week
He didn’t fall in line with our well-established porn-shop hierarchy.
N30B Winners
West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.
Poem of the Week
My door overlooks a jade stream, the stillness of dawn drives cares away.
Winter Contest Winners
I made him love me. To feel abandonment—again.
Poem of the Week
I believe you get to see a sunset once. Death, well, I’ve lost count.
Poem of the Week
Every touch electric, every taste you, every smell, every cry.
Poem of the Week
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo’s cry.
Poem of the Week
If the landlord tells you not to hang a mirror in that room, do not.
Poetry
Years ago I wanted parallel lives, to see how it turns out for all of me.
Poem of the Week
We buy a bag of cockles and three crabs, all female, sweet with egg.