Stories
Poetry
The face of love is a poem I am writing in an air-conditioned room.
Story of the Week
Jane’s made it clear, this Renuka might not even become a doctor.
Story of the Week
Your mother still glows with a smoothness that you envy.
Nonfiction
His thoughts are never far from the erotic as he roams around Dublin.
Poem of the Week
He whispers words that sound as miraculous as the skinned fish of the clouds
my father writhed like pentecostal snakes while he drove drunk
Classics
He always talked of making money with the air of a connoisseur.
Poetry
The story is easy to read, scratched deep into the stone by his rage.
Fiction
She was no man’s dark dream, only a girl forced to swim half-clothed.
Story of the Week
She accused her husband with great drama of having destroyed her life.
Story of the Week
“I mean it, Martín. I won’t marry a man with a bald lip, like a boy.”
iPoems
To fulminate, to go on a tear, because what’s wanted is forbidden.
Nonfiction
Our visions of the world fade like the morning star, lost in the light of day.
Fiction
The child is too perfect to be human; too perfect, truthfully, to exist.
Poetry
This storm scares me. A foreign climate occupies the land.
Poem of the Week
A man sits in the Institute of National Memory examining files.
Poem of the Week
I ask if you are all right until you can be nothing but not all right, not okay.
Fiction
The stupider the president the more power you arrange for him.
Poetry
I can’t hold a face held before dawn & not see behind the eyes bullets.
Story of the Week
I hadn’t even tried. I was one of the few kids D.A.R.E. had worked on.
Poetry
Of course he escaped. He would be the one. My legendary brother.
Story of the Week
He only told the world what the world wanted to hear from a guy who graduated from Harvard.
Poem of the Week
I have heard stories of the river, how people were willing to die to cross it.
Poem of the Week
For two days I’ve been weeping over a nineteenth-century novel.
Classics, Story of the Week
Amusement is one thing; enjoyment of art is another.
Nonfiction
Six other guests smoked Marlboro Lights, and ashtrays filled up.
Poem of the Week
No fountains to quench the thirst between rounds of tag.
