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Stories

Poetry
The goose cannot see the North but knows exactly where it lies.
Nonfiction
Despite seeing the other knockoffs, I hoped my dress would be perfect.
iPoems
Draw me a map of your agonies, all the missing rivers you dried.
Poetry
When I cried the tears felt so ineffective next to the ocean.
Classics
The danger with a young contributor is that he may be his own rival.
Fall Contest Winners
More and more whiskey was required to knock out the elephant.
Story of the Week
When he got up in the morning the work was done ready to his hand.
First & Second Looks
Fiction
Here’s the part where you pledge devotion until death, I told myself.
Fiction
We looked at each other beneath a London sky, on a Zeppelin night.
Poem of the Week
It stood across a narrow side alley where light-green ivy grew.
Poem of the Week
It was cool and dark, azalea in bloom at the edge of the forest.
Fiction
He thinks with joy and conviction that the Japanese are his enemy.
Fiction
This itchy voice, this desperate chant, that begs: okay. Okay.
Graphic Stories
In search of the life we all agree is so desirable—art, romance, freedom!
Graphic Stories
Joanna Walsh
Graphic Stories
Joanna Walsh
Graphic Stories
Joanna Walsh
Story of the Week
He who would teach men to die would teach them to live.
Story of the Week
How did I ever survive? Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I died back there.
Story of the Week
“Go watch the showgirls, Roy,” said Chino. “It’s educational.”
Poem of the Week
They dust off facts like diamonds that excel in perfection under a monocle.
Story of the Week
I saw Les gazing up at me. And that’s when I made my mistake.
Poem of the Week
He tossed her over his head like a ballerina, one rough hand on each hip.
Story of the Week
My country neither interested me nor inspired any sense of fealty.
Nonfiction
X wants, but Y gets in the way: the equation of desire and obstacle.
Fiction
“She was breakable, and I probably knew it from the start.”
Poem of the Week
Francis too had his time in the wilderness, lost in the mountains.