Stories
Poem of the Week
The places in between places are like countries themselves.
Poetry
I have never seen a bird, but I tell stories of creatures that walk the sky.
Story of the Week
“If a man wanted, he could be anything and not come back.”
Poem of the Week
Surrender me to shallows and the salt gallop of a rising surf.
Fiction
I seek these ghosts because they allow me to return home outside of time.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
My grandfather has a space where the tip of his thumb should be.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
He didn’t come to arrive, he came to go, and yet that didn’t matter.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
Soon I will walk up those same back steps the police took by force.
Poem of the Week
That’s how we knew our belonging and how we knew it wouldn’t last.
Story of the Week
The mistake you make with this man is, you wait around for him.
Poem of the Week
And jesse, the smart bombs do not recognize the babies.
Poetry
Please look away from Mars dangling so angry in so much darkness.
Nonfiction
I care only about the little body wiggling in that plastic bassinet.
Poem of the Week
Now he’s grazing my books. The Bible is his favorite so far. He is a goat.
Nonfiction
I want to change the subject, but I can’t. I need to think about dying.
Classics
He got his wife off a German farmer, for whom he went to work one day.
Poetry
Our dog had held down what we had by pressing his belly to the floors.
iPoems
Frail as a breath, it broke at once, leaving a tiny kiss in my fingers.
Graphic Stories
Death pointed the gun in his socket and blew off some of his skull.
Poem of the Week
I like to take little sips of the horror, morsels of poisoned meat.
Winter Contest Winners
Ira and Ada are stepsiblings. Within a month they were sleeping together.
Poetry Contest Winners
It commands your presence, mocking your impatience with its steam.
Poem of the Week
And the bearers of moderate gifts leap on buses and jam all the doorways, disappear into courtyards that gape.
Poem of the Week
It’s been months since the cat died and still we find her hair.
Story of the Week
“Then I can promise to kill either of you if I ever see you again.”
