Stories
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What’s a man supposed to do when his best friend is a falcon?
Story of the Week
Never issue a dare to a dead person. They’ve got all the time in the world.
Story of the Week
If mine, then, is a religious Offence, leave it to religious Punishments.
Poetry
I have studied and become intimate with the speed of darkness.
Narrative Taste
This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.
Story of the Week
They’d been together an hour, but they were an easy threesome.
First & Second Looks
She is lying on her back in a hotel room in the middle of France.
Poem of the Week
Outside of Ikea’s window the nighttime wind tilts like a folk song.
Fiction
She often feels something kinetic between herself and younger men.
Poetry
this country will stick it to infiltrators imprison traitors love neighbors
In discussing “Gossip” with Frank, I learned what I instinctively knew. A thread of roman à clef ran through the story.
Classics
“As your brother, I ask you, how did you get that scar on your face?”
Story of the Week
There would be no one to live for; she would live for herself.
Story of the Week
Taller than most women, Sojourner Truth seemed to rise a little higher.
Story of the Week
“The secret to happiness is not wanting,” Lars told the Buddha.
Fiction
He was warm that way, always tender, and maybe that’s the worst part.
Fiction
He glowered even as a little child. Maybe because he has your bad eyes.
Story of the Week
He was trying to seduce me with his history, which was mine as well.
Story of the Week
Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.
Story of the Week
Like New York City, the factory was circumscribed but infinite.
First & Second Looks
“We’re going because your father is asleep and he won’t know.”
Readers' Narratives
You know you’re in trouble; finally someone is gonna let you have it.
First & Second Looks
I thought it was beauty alone that gave significance to life.
Poem of the Week
The local madman’s been here even longer, lying across the sidewalk.
It’s no sin, all who hurry past his babble: no word-salad unlocks God.
Story of the Week
Take this man, Stepan. His deep mellow voice soars in my heart.
Poem of the Week
I hold out hands, empty and poor like a beggar by the temple door.
