Stories
Story of the Week
“I am not in the least fond of Venice. I should like to go far away!”
Fiction
We didn’t give the order to drop the bomb. But thank God somebody did.
Narrative Outloud
That day he stood on some threshold and paused and wept at his choice.
Fiction
For the first time in her life she stood naked in the open air.
Poetry
Raw, glistening—god’s design. Her newborn flesh-on-the-bone.
Photography & Art
A photo essay on hope in the wake of the devastating Bosnian War.
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It was good they were Africans, she thought. It meant less danger.
Poem of the Week
It comes as no surprise that everything is flying toward one point.
Story of the Week
All was hushed and stonily still, like the moon and its lights and shadows.
Fiction
Anytime I drifted off I wished to wake up against a cold, silent body.
Fiction
It’s a mistake to be here, he thinks, but he doesn’t turn around.
Narrative Outloud
Sue Williams tells a pitch-perfect story outloud, about devotion.
Story of the Week
“I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens.”
Story of the Week
Gramps’ will was a fifty-year diary, all jammed onto two sheets.
Poem of the Week
The blackbirds in the rain upon the dead topbranches notate the dawn.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
When I meet his gaze, he’s frowning, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
When saw the fury in his eyes, I thought he was going to kill him.
Story of the Week
There was a blue wool afghan draped across the back of the couch.
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We were hurtling close to a hundred miles an hour through the dark.
Poem of the Week
This poem weaves human and earthly hurt together in just a few short lines.
Classics
“I suppose there have been a good many men killed in this room.”
First & Second Looks
What we call Evil is only the necessity of a moment in our eternal evolution.
Poetry
The trees were a sign from the devil, a warning of the terror to come.
First & Second Looks
Will you wipe away the innocent beside those with contempt?
Poem of the Week
She is a stalk, exhausted. She will surround these bones with flesh.
