Stories
Story of the Week
It takes a strong woman to make any sort of success in the West.
Fiction
Ma didn’t believe in slapping. It was what common people did.
Fiction
Joanie’s face was something she’d borrowed from Miró, from Picasso.
Poetry
Love cannot override what cells do in the nighttime of our bodies.
Story of the Week
My friend Angela, who is also my roommate, got me into stripping.
Poetry
I hold on to the shape of a star the way my aunts hold on to Jesus’s gown.
Fiction
I understood that for us there would be no mourning the shortstop.
Story of the Week
His looks were Russian. He was surrounded by mystery.
N30B Winners
When he kisses me, my heart flutters in my chest like swarming bees.
Nonfiction
What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.
Poem of the Week
Sing so dogs bark, oxen bolt. Sing so a girl walks out on her lover.
Story of the Week
The tomatoes weren’t there. She looked again at the ground.
Poem of the Week
How smooth their bones, like alabaster shaved from moonlight.
Poem of the Week
The past, you hear it, the small hours, sucked down the undertow.
Poem of the Week
Old wives, I wish I could be one of you. Instead I am the born old maid.
Story of the Week
After nearly a year of dating, I never stopped thinking of that other boy.
Fall Contest Winners
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.
Story of the Week
There was to be a thunder-storm, and afterwards a cold continuous rain.
Fiction
She often feels something kinetic between herself and younger men.
