Stories
Nonfiction
Atomic bomb. How could those two words be said together?
Poetry
I felt nothing, which was cool, totally cool with me. For my blood was cola.
Poem of the Week
Every touch electric, every taste you, every smell, every cry.
Poem of the Week
If the landlord tells you not to hang a mirror in that room, do not.
Poetry
Sometimes they revert to trickery, apple their venom with a smile.
Story of the Week
What was happening? All she wants is for Teddy to fuck her silly.
Poem of the Week
We want no truck with death. Not now while we’re busy feasting on figs.
Photography & Art
Lambert started to cry and said he was sure there was a God.
iPoems
Chill air at six a.m., a bare hand scraping frost from a windowpane.
Poetry
Your face is a grain of rice, one small nothing on the world’s horizon.
Poetry Contest Winners
shoulds & shouldn’ts unwound now to dids & didn’t
N30B Winners
Paharganj reels with beggars. Old women, boys, breast-feeding girls.
Story of the Week
I felt awful about imposing on him, but I was desperate to see the Derby.
Poetry
You are so small and fragile now. A shell you cradle in your open palm.
Poem of the Week
Every morning I wipe the sweat from the hollow of my master’s throat.
Fiction
I saw her bed wasn’t slept in and knew—something had happened.
Story of the Week
Why had she asked him to come along, someone she did not even know?
Six-Word Stories
Despair: Janet Burroway’s first Narrative Magazine six-word story.
Story of the Week
As Ilya sauntered back toward us, I saw a boy with nothing to lose.
Readers' Narratives
She stayed put like a good girl, which probably saved her life.
Poem of the Week
Close mist around window. I attempt gender. Deposit each letter.
Fiction
“You are too young for politics, too beautiful for a jail cell.”
Story of the Week
Not every fate was alike. Not everyone ended up paired off in love.
Fiction
God doesn’t punish wrongdoing. Rewards multiply if tended to in secret.
Story of the Week
Mikey said the hole wouldn’t lead to China, but he was frequently wrong.
