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Poem of the Week
You couldn’t believe what the rhododendrons do around here.
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There was no way of knowing how many would answer the call to march.
Readers' Narratives
My mother’s allegiance shifted from Pope Benedict to Glenn Beck.
Readers' Narratives
I know that when she says eye, she does not mean the eye itself.
Poem of the Week
Severe knobs of head and tail: one a horn of venom, the other masked.
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Her mother is a locked door with another door behind it.
Poem of the Week
I am subject to you in the way the water is subject to the moon.
Fiction
“You know what they say about
free health care. It costs money.”
free health care. It costs money.”
Fiction
I was only five when Dad told me I had died. “You drowned,” he said.
Story of the Week
Albert came to her rescue. “The Great Gatsby’s our religion,” he said.
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Pressed against his body, mean with wanting, she’d surrendered.
Poem of the Week
If only to hold on by opening lord give me this one eighth day
Fiction
Rain falls steadily, rattling down drainpipes and gurgling into gutters.
Poem of the Week
I wonder if those tiny computers in pigeons’ brains ever crash?
Poem of the Week
I once watched a man wax a hallway with an overweight rotary brush.
Story of the Week
Ella knew she hadn’t hurt Sebastian, but she knew she’d betrayed him.
Story of the Week
“Wanna give it a go?” my brother asks, nudging me with his 12-gauge.
Poem of the Week
You live in this country, you put up bars, you train your dogs to snarl.
Poem of the Week
Her husband is away at the family cabin, and she is glad for the space.
Story of the Week
The man said in a hard voice, “I wanna fuck you, little Indian girl.”
Poem of the Week
We fed our dreams inevitable sins, the kind you lie about till you grow mean.
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The smell of you, muscadine and peat, the bleached salt of semen.
Poem of the Week
How do we get there, to where we can answer what the jingle is asking.
Poem of the Week
Get all of it. Set up the shots. Get beautiful stuff and get the ugliness.
Poetry Contest Winners
People write vows for their weddings of one.
Story of the Week
We’re tired. In bed, we hold hands. We watch TV. But do you want more?
Poem of the Week
Someone seems to have made an excellent age-specific insight.
