Stories
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.”
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.
