Stories
Nonfiction
The onus is on you, because you care about your car and your life.
Fiction
While they stand in line Robin leans into his chest. They don't talk.
Short Shorts
It’s like his bottom half is not man but a strong horse.
Story of the Week
A whippoorwill called, a lonely voice among the cedars.
Story of the Week
The lion was still near them, stalking. Crazed against its cautionary nature.
Poem of the Week
Across sage flats, tundra, and bleeding hearts, she escapes.
Nonfiction
There isn’t a nice Jewish boy in sight—not that I’m looking for one.
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.
Story of the Week
She wonders when she made the decision. Palmela, Santiago?
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.
