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Stories

Story of the Week
You’re going to have a difficult life if you can’t figure out where to stand.
Poem of the Week
Without a working title, a poem could muddle meaning, confuse purpose.
Poetry
No one else ever seemed to mind working side-by-side a murderer.
First & Second Looks
It seemed impossible for two people to fuck that long.
Poetry
At the core, a daughter is a self-reckoning emptiness.
Story of the Week
Something is wrong with that place. Someone’s still there . . .
Classics
Literary gatherings are a nightmare because writers have no shop talk.
Features
The slow-falling leaves contain the space of the story I’m pursuing.
Story of the Week
There were so many tired, frayed words thick in the air around her.
Fiction
A rumour went round that the Australians had bulletproof clothing.
Readers' Narratives
I wonder if the bride and groom on our wedding cake were facing in opposite directions.
Photography & Art
A new Wyoming photography portfolio from Twister Marquiss
Photography & Art
A new Wyoming photography portfolio from Twister Marquiss
Photography & Art
Twister Marquiss
Photography & Art
The pickup trucks in this portfolio were photographed in June 2015.
Story of the Week
Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands.
Readers' Narratives
Marrying a man with a common job would be a social disgrace.
Poetry
A bunny the size of a teacup feasts in the clover, ears lit up in salt-pink light.
Winter Contest Winners
Our eyes searched for the island, but ahead there was only overcast.
Poem of the Week
You’re supposed to hit is the bull’s-eye, that black spot, precise spot.
Poem of the Week
At Pompeii the little dog lay curled and did not rise but slept the deeper.
Story of the Week
“The basis of literary friendship is mixing the poisoned bowl.”
Readers' Narratives
If you want to take stock of Armenia you construct a narrative of loss.
Poetry
No more laughing like the waves. No more ocean of words to drink from.
Fiction
“Ki o tsukete!” she called, and he knew the words. Be careful.
Six-Word Stories
The end of a relationship, through four six-word stories.
Story of the Week
At first he was mortified. Another person harboured ill will towards him.
Story of the Week
You’ve seen her almost every day, going to and from the gardens.