Stories
Poem of the Week
Bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, and fill all fruit with ripeness.
Narrative Outloud
A serious young man, I had trouble saying yes to the bright, clear days.
Poetry
They cut you off, let fall your hammered silver bracelets to the sand.
Story of the Week
The leaves of the olives were made entirely of night, as if cut out of skies.
Poetry
Help me, please help me, is the beggar’s refrain on the F train today.
Poem of the Week
I bow to the life being lived in this finch on my terrace this morning.
Poem of the Week
Now he chuckles with the sea, stitched within its timeless jive.
Poem of the Week
Let father be a man walking to the river, ready to bargain with water.
Poem of the Week
Your friends are sniffing glue from a paper bag in the back of an Impala.
Fiction
Writing to you is like putting a note in a bottle, hoping it will reach Japan.
Spring Contest Winners
Yes, Eylon thought, he lied to Cath. Lied about his day, about the risks.
Poetry
I love scientists. They’re trying their hardest. And they just want love.
Poem of the Week
I should call my loves while I can to listen to the grackles croak.
Poem of the Week
The dove calls from far away in itself to the hush of the morning
Story of the Week
He has his hands on Nii’s throat, and this time I do not stop them.
Fiction
The laughter rises like the roar of a train as the men leap to their feet.
iStories
I figured he wouldn’t know for shit if the dog knew me or not, right?
Fiction
When she gets to Lenny’s he offers her a beer and a bong hit...
Story of the Week
I am visited daily by unrelenting spirits evoking my accumulated flaws.
Narrative Outloud
Hemingway’s The Garden of Eden was edited by Tom Jenks.
First & Second Looks
How little remains of each individual in time, useless as slippery snow.
Spring Contest Winners
“I don’t care how tired we are. I’m not not having sex on my wedding night.”
Story of the Week
“The kiels take extra time, but then you know your meats. Questions?”
Story of the Week
Again, nature has written a good script. The skunk saga will continue.
Fiction
She had felt to him like some floating spirit of who she used to be.
Fall Contest Winners
The strange man expected to be picked up by aliens during the eclipse.
Story of the Week
It seemed to her that they only ever touched each other in transient, sudden ways.
Story of the Week
His beauty comes from his power. I am as wary as I am drawn to it.
Poem of the Week
It is the night of whores and monsters, but without the killings.
Story of the Week
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.
