Stories
Poem of the Week
We’d hit something in the dark which—bang!—was there and gone.
Poetry
In the backyard I submerge myself in a bathtub of soil, soak with the hose.
Fiction
He was ready to move on, to touch his patients, to cut them open.
Fall Contest Winners
Owen’s head throbbed, his ears ached, and an anvil sat on his chest.
Poem of the Week
I crouched just like my mother burying nail clippings to ward off curses.
Classics
My mother and I remained apart. My father came late to the party.
Poem of the Week
I was dusty, my ponytail all askew and the tips of my fingers ran red.
Poem of the Week
This is the woman who had shrunk so small, nobody could find her.
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.
