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Stories

Fiction
When an adult falls, children are stunned and cry, “Mommy! Mommy!”
Fiction
She had yellow cat eyes that she insisted were also blond.
Poem of the Week
The next time we made love, I looked for the fox looking down at me.
Story of the Week
I had forgotten how to breathe, and then I learned again, all at once.
Poem of the Week
When you write the story of being a father don’t leave out the joy.
Story of the Week
I hightailed it out of the hospital like my ex-wife was a prison I’d escaped.
Fall Contest Winners
Louise watched from the shadow. She was looking for somewhere to land.
Story of the Week
The war was about to begin, and the four boys were
in charge.
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.
Poetry
Sometimes, when I’m silent, I can hear our old neighbor’s Ford.
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.
Yet the cats help us make sense of tragedy.
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.