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Narrative Outloud
An owl, as large and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.
Narrative Outloud
An owl, as large
and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.
and incongruous in the night sky as a flying man.
Poetry
we’ve walked the streets: candied apples on sticks, fish heads.
Poetry
Two softened reeds of rosemary pair, and spin in the white velouté.
Fiction
The surface of night is disrupted. Ripples cross the neighborhood.
Story of the Week
She was laughing. Something animal in me was sparked, and I chased her.
Poetry
There is beauty in the way she looks at me over the kitchen table.
Editors' Note
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Editors' Note
Welcome to the
new Narrative!
Celebrating our
Fifth Anniversay.
new Narrative!
Celebrating our
Fifth Anniversay.
Editors' Note
Is this the best of times or the worst of times for readers and writers?
Editors' Note
We encourage our readers to submit their own memoirs and essays...
Fiction
Edward the Funny didn’t have much to laugh about in his midthirties.
Story of the Week
I’m on the verge of a breakdown. So I might as well have another child.
Poetry Contest Winners
One who has suffered enough, you can love yourself to death.
Poetry
I can remove my hand the second it becomes too much for me.
Fall Contest Winners
“You see,” Sister Elba said, smiling, “you should never doubt him.”
First & Second Looks
The thing that illuminated him might have been guilt or outright lust.
