Stories
Story of the Week
It is the one day that is purely American. Yes, a day of celebration.
Poem of the Week
I wore the rose pants for weeks without telling anyone.
Poem of the Week
I don’t know you, I only think of you to ignore how unhappy I am.
Story of the Week
He had looked on it a thousand times and it never failed to kill him.
Story of the Week
The world seemed newly made and filled with a frightening silence.
Narrative Outloud
I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.
Narrative Outloud
I will tell you about the sick. They are ruthless, they are like Attila.
Fiction
I repeated the name thoughtfully, then said no, I didn’t think I knew her.
Poem of the Week
When the light failed she listed all the places he might find her.
Readers' Narratives
Vrindavan. Lord, what a place. Joyful, unbelievably filthy, and divine.
Poetry
We might have seen it coming, had we not had our eyes fixed on it.
Story of the Week
It has come to this—my daughter is now assaulting other children.
Story of the Week
He did not look at Prissy, nor did she wish him a happy New Year.
Poem of the Week
The portal light, on your face, now, a rose light on a sinking freighter.
Poem of the Week
A boy knew he wouldn’t see his mother’s face as he rose from the mat.
Story of the Week
Life is a dream, he thought. Something she knew and I didn’t.
Story of the Week
If you hear your name again just say, Here I am. Maybe it’s the Lord.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
All I could focus on was if he was going to ask me to date him.
Spring Contest Winners
Men came over carrying lanterns and pulled away the chunks of ice.
Poetry
An idea surfacing—a crack of orange teeth. As if a ceiling disappears.
Fiction
The draft of ten handwritten pages would have to be cut back to five.
Poem of the Week
Let me lie down with you and listen, let me tell you what I know.
Poem of the Week
We could use our arms to squeeze or hold or load not a gun, not a gun.
Poem of the Week
She takes her hand to my scalp: eyes close as if tasting lemon cake.
Story of the Week
We put effort into making things that No Man would ever think of creating.
Poem of the Week
There is a pinhole of light through the fog. A skiff on a lake.
