Stories
Fiction
The waitress looked us over, wondering, I guess, if we were famous.
First & Second Looks
My mother did not want me to get any darker than I already was.
Poem of the Week
Is there anything that hasn’t been sold yet? If it’s true then let’s celebrate.
Story of the Week
In medical school they forgot to tell me about caring and feeling.
Short Shorts
The Wolf put on a great performance, crawling around on the stage.
Poem of the Week
Do you really want to live in this filth? And me answering, Well, yes.
Poetry
Love isn’t the same as happiness. Some poet probably said that.
Poem of the Week
It wasn’t so long ago I carried my tiny son piggyback through the woods.
Readers' Narratives
There’s a time to be born and a time to die, and there’s also a time to run.
Story of the Week
I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know my father’s grief.
Poem of the Week
He’s in the back of the cop car, hands in handcuffs, shaped like infinity.
Readings - Audio/Video
Ring, ring, ring at 2 a.m. means meth’s got my brother in the slammer again.
Story of the Week
Like an idiot, I was flattered at first to get honorary degrees.
Classics
Yes, the race of children possesses magically sagacious powers!
Story of the Week
We are nothing; less than nothing, we are only what might have been.
Poem of the Week
I take what I want, and have ever since what I want disappeared.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
There are elephants in the hall looking for their mothers.
Story of the Week
Home, I thought. This was the new country I had been yearning for.
Poem of the Week
A voice like my mother’s nail polish and my father’s lottery tickets.
Poetry
How, like a dream, all the world’s characters are aspects of me.
Story of the Week
The streets were filled with couples and families on their way home.
Poetry
Lately it’s getting harder to say the true thing, to find solace in nature.
First & Second Looks
I was called upon to set my will against my father, the village custom.
Fiction
“That pool,” Kenny said, breathing harder. “I’m telling you, it’s magic.”
Spring Contest Winners
You locate the green outline of the state your cousins are inside of now.
Poem of the Week
I couldn’t wait. By the time you return it would’ve rotted on the vine.
