Stories
Poem of the Week
I don’t know you, I only think of you to ignore how unhappy I am.
Poem of the Week
I tried to cheer my brother up by reminding him all clowns die too.
Poem of the Week
I am the king of doing wheelies on the Stingray bicycle of my mind.
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.
Story of the Week
Tanya jokes that she comes to the East Coast now only for funerals.
Poem of the Week
Turns out my body’s a dollar sweet potato, her screen said.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
We could have everything and still be hurt.
Readers' Narratives
Growing up medicated, I used drugs to assuage unwanted feelings.
Story of the Week
I’m in a fight for my career and the SOB won’t be there for me.
Poem of the Week
ursula says she’s seen everyone she loves in an apple, save herself.
Story of the Week
When the population was whiter, they fawned over the Korean.
Story of the Week
With cane in hand I felt a twinge of superiority to the crutch people.
One-Act Plays
We enjoyed the infidelity. A great deal more than they seemed to.
Story of the Week
They retire for the night, he to his bedroom and she to hers. What of it?
Poetry
If every cowboy has a sad song, I’m afraid you are mine to perform.
Poem of the Week
I am uneasy with the thrusting of green shoots outside in the night.
Fiction
“You’re great with people. Ever since you got over the drooling problem.”
