Stories
Fiction
Sister Barbara folded her arms like a forbearing husband.
Poem of the Week
He came into town with his big red pen and began revising us.
Classics
Who was responsible for my father not living up to expectations?
Narrative Outloud
He would write a poem on one page, but it might take him months.
Story of the Week
What’s the harm? Will you fight even the healing powers of love?
Poem of the Week
Ajax killed men
and then animals
thinking they were men.
Poem of the Week
I waited and waited, rethinking first sentences in my sleep.
Poetry
My books, I can hardly read them, they make so much sense.
Poem of the Week
Grasshoppers tumble from the reeds, snapping like electricity.
Poem of the Week
Bees kill wasps by gathering around and tightening in the middle.
Poem of the Week
The time a man kissed my hand when we met.
Though he’s been dead for decades now, I still feel the kiss.
Poetry
Fatwas condoned our arrest for the rouged contours of our lips.
Fiction
She’d seen snakes before, but she’d never really looked at one, until now.
Poetry
By the time the sun was barely over the trees, they’d started burning.
Poem of the Week
Euclid stands in front of his lover’s door, open to the last hours of light.
Story of the Week
When people want to fake their death, which is often, it’s extremely easy to procure a corpse.
Fall Contest Winners
Where my mom was wasn’t never far from the Myrtle Beach Days Inn.
Story of the Week
His mother wasn’t there to meet him at his stop. She never was.
Poem of the Week
The moon it is red, and the stars are fled but all the sky is a-burning.
Spring Contest Winners
Our ambition was a clawing, grasping thing. It got us out of bed.
Story of the Week
They are glorious pumpkin-skinned messengers. I hate them.
Fiction
The cat was looking at me with an intelligent expression. It knew.
Poetry Contest Winners
I could go in for some pie
why the hell not, there’s so little time.
Fiction
And that girls came to his house all the time, cheap girls from the docks.
