Stories
Fiction
I open the door and Eleanor is leaning against the wall, paper white.
Story of the Week
I never actually existed. I didn’t know it at the time, but it’s clear as day.
Story of the Week
Can there have been something in my letter, that unlucky letter?
Readers' Narratives
His thousand broken promises, his treating her like dirt, you bastard.
Winter Contest Winners
We can be naked in black light, the smell of unwash and old pot.
Spring Contest Winners
“I don’t think I can do this,” she says, after a pause. “I don’t trust you.”
Fall Contest Winners
Lydda, when she closes her eyes, has traded one war zone for another.
iPoems
The girls got drunk, danced to Russian karaoke under disco-light glitz.
Poem of the Week
Blame the juncos outside. Sopranos in one tree, altos in another.
Poetry
I make a point of smelling the lilac every day that first week in May.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
Because I can love every small thing.
Story of the Week
I was opposed to the taking of human life. I was opposed to all war.
Poem of the Week
Make It Big, all return and rhythm, a groove that plays to the center.
Having written every day for the past forty years, Hall is never certain that what he’s written is “good.”
Story of the Week
We’re stuck floating around on the surface of our lives like kids in a pool.
Narrative Outloud
Best-selling author Melanie Gideon reads from her novel Wife 22.
Narrative Outloud
The light is like a benediction. My husband reaches for my hand.
Spring Contest Winners
My job requires me to make things disappear like a Vegas magician.
Poem of the Week
Appearance does not really appear, but it appears to appear.
Story of the Week
When the doctors’ voices started turning to noise, I didn’t fight it.
Poem of the Week
I live for now in the second house of having asked a favor from a friend.
Nonfiction
This is a novel that contains more than its actuarial share of falls.
Poetry
Oh they pay me well. I make a small fortune. Yes they pay me well.
Story of the Week
The window washer smiles a little and licks his lips. Nadine smiles back.
Story of the Week
Dad is catnip to the lady residents. He’s tall and lean, plus he’s got all his hair.
