Stories
“When people say there is too much violence in my books, what they are saying is there is too much reality in life.”
Poem of the Week
Limbo: Latin, limbus, meaning a hem between sclera and cornea.
Poem of the Week
I remember speaking to Allison who asked me if I wanted to be a girl.
Fiction
“You mean to fall in love with your wife while I’m gone,” she said.
Story of the Week
Zeus’s tongue thrusts straight and deep between my lips.
Poem of the Week
Bear: You were a good ranger, walking carefully between the trees.
Poem of the Week
Here is where you touch the world and here are the words to feel its heat.
Poem of the Week
Enough with the stranger, their transcendent experience of art.
Fiction
Cerberuses ran in packs, terrorizing drunks who fell in the snow.
Story of the Week
At the copier, her back to him, running off copies, was Penny Ayler.
First & Second Looks
She was sure she could get him to marry her if she could smarten up.
Story of the Week
They rose before us under a halo of lights like figures in a shrine.
Poetry
What I really meant to say is that I am tired. Beauty can demand so much.
Fiction
The door opened, and Dan stormed in, shouting, “Motherfuckers!”
Fiction
The man lifted his shirt just enough to show the handle of a pistol.
Nonfiction
Once, when young and proud, I tried to grasp the enormity of the past.
Classics
The boy had never before seen his father hopeless. He was afraid.
Poem of the Week
She fell out of her own composition, fell and landed flat on her face.
Fiction
If Vann kisses her, a mist will rise in her brain. A promise of oblivion.
Story of the Week
I had promised my children to end the war before they grew up.
Poem of the Week
Dogs electrocuted, set on fire. What buys the right to drown a dog?
Poem of the Week
You smile into the phone static, the breath of your beloved.
Fiction
He’s not the skinny hippie all the paintings make Him out to be.
Fiction
The future was spread out for us to go in any direction we wanted.
Poem of the Week
You couldn’t believe what the rhododendrons do around here.
Readers' Narratives
There was no way of knowing how many would answer the call to march.
