Stories
Poem of the Week
Watch out. That we thought him gone only proves his wily knowledge.
Story of the Week
Struggling to find my budget hotel, my stress rose as the sun faded.
First & Second Looks
Those who loved Buck always felt they were going to save him.
Story of the Week
“Look down,” I said, comb in hand. “Let me check behind your ears.”
Story of the Week
I was getting a little fogged, but I recognized irony when I heard it.
Poetry
I open the gift: a small ocelot, its mouth a cave, pearl teeth waiting.
Graphic Stories
They tried to kill us, my sisters, mother, and me; I still have the scars.
Fiction
Stopping it, Cye knows, is like stopping a tsunami with a tennis racket.
Poem of the Week
Men veer into the earth and don’t come out.
Silent choirs of canaries roost in a forest of chimneys.
What better way to capture the cadence of lovers than with repetition?
iStories
All we knew from my father was that my sister had to be cut from her car.
Poem of the Week
If you didn’t listen you would think it was a cry for help or sympathy.
Poem of the Week
The billows murmur at our feet, where the earth and ocean meet.
First & Second Looks
Pilgrimes were they alle, toward Caunterbury wolden ryde.
Classics
In that instant, Niel lost one of the most beautiful things in his life.
Fiction
He was staring at his car like you might a stare at a dog.
First & Second Looks
Human presence on Mars is a hotly debated social and political issue.
Fiction
“I might surprise you,” Mr. Maxi said. Polly hoped he’d go all out.
Fiction
This is not America! It is not the America I grew up in, it’s
a joke.
a joke.
Nonfiction
These days murder is as common as love scenes were in the 1930s.
Story of the Week
I am drawn to these victims because I was there the night they were killed.
Poetry
Some women have all the tit out hip out flat of the hand & tone of voice.
Poem of the Week
I walk and I rest while the eyes of my dead look through my own.
Story of the Week
“Ki-Tae the famous pastor,” Jae says to her. “Can you believe life.”
Poem of the Week
Black wings thrash in trees, then strafe me low, my head their devil.
