Stories
Readers' Narratives
When I got his obit right, Joe told Patsy he wanted to see her tits.
Poem of the Week
His weary glance has grown into a dazed and vacant stare.
Fiction
Just before four in the morning, the dog barks, the headlights appear.
Story of the Week
Mafia didn’t like me, except for the tickling game. It went like this.
Poem of the Week
At night everything feels. Even a river feels its way through the woods.
Story of the Week
She is eight years old and doesn’t recognize the word divorce.
Story of the Week
It had been four weeks and five days since she confronted him.
Poem of the Week
On her sixty-second birthday Marge Olson got a call, not a gift.
Story of the Week
Once she had loved him. When had she stopped? She did not know.
Story of the Week
I saw it on her face that day, a look like her heart would drift into the sky.
Story of the Week
“Nothing does you so much harm as being in disgrace for lying.”
Story of the Week
The little door would appear in my mind’s eye, except that now it was ajar.
Story of the Week
He’ll probably try to get her in the sack, just to stay in practice.
Story of the Week
I look on Britain as a new world, which it is almost madness to invade.
First & Second Looks
No, really, you could find nothing to say against it, it’s perfect.
Poetry
Sometimes a story is like a beehive. Sometimes an idea is like a poem.
Story of the Week
I know quite well that I’m still a beginner and have a long way to go.
Poem of the Week
Are these poems just cumbersome or a critique of cumbersomeness?
Poem of the Week
The noiseless trees, the insentient breezes that are not there.
First & Second Looks
Why is it I’m not happy? Where’s the flutter, where’s the excitement?
First & Second Looks
I shot it close to her ear, “How come you married this Greek, anyway?”
Poem of the Week
Every dawn you’d toss the feed, your hands faithful to the good work of rising.
Classics
I lost myself in their minds: for the moment I actually became them.
iStories
I thought fleetingly he might give it to me, as he knew I wanted it.
Fiction
I had to prepare. I had to be able to save us from what was coming.
Poetry Contest Winners
Stop her there, on the bank of knowingness, just before spring.
Spring Contest Winners
She must know she was a mistake, what they call now a surprise.
First & Second Looks
Because you are unhappy, for pity’s sake, come close, near my heart.
