Stories
Poem of the Week
Hearing them coughing in the hall, you rose from your desk.
Poem of the Week
A dark spot in a clutch of trees tonight, a moon eclipsed.
Readers' Narratives
I should probably go now. Did I mention that my wife is in labor?
Nonfiction
“Leaving for war, Hayes wept. He didn’t just cry; he wept...”
First & Second Looks
Within two weeks, his parents found out and forbade him to belong.
Fiction
The place your truest self inhabited was the place you could not bear.
Readers' Narratives
One of the men stood behind me and pushed a knife into my stomach.
Narrative Taste
Diane cupped my cheek in her hand, studying me, memorizing me.
Story of the Week
Betsy recoiled, understanding instinctively what was to come.
Story of the Week
People only see that side of him. He is still a boy, learning to be a man.
Nonfiction
In the street waiting for a cab, Ann’s boyfriend entrusted me with the story.
Winter Contest Winners
I knew my father started the fire. It’s not the first place he’s burned down.
First & Second Looks
We’ve never seen anything like this. It’s the devil’s work, for sure.
Story of the Week
I stood there, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me.
Story of the Week
Saint Clark, halo and all, patron of wildlife shows and the cigarette tax.
Readers' Narratives
The lot was well maintained, with all the biodiversity of a golf course.
Six-Word Stories
A snapshot of loneliness and vice in this powerful six-word story.
Poetry Contest Winners
I wanted to forget my parents’ slow dying together in Ohio.
Nonfiction
I would chase it to the shores of the lake where the killer waited.
iPoems
Sitting on the edge, I leaned back and fell, wrist-deep, into the body of a deer.
Poem of the Week
Purple planets, dirt stars. Imagine the carom in the hall, how it sounded.
Narrative Outloud
We are teachers so maybe we can help something change, tap into something.
Interviews - Audio/Video
An in-depth audio interview with Ann Beattie on her writing.
