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Stories

First & Second Looks
The illusion is so complete that it seems the world has been re-created.
Story of the Week
“People think Sean is a screwup. I want them to know him as I do.”
iPoems
My brother, only his son by the way he fixes his tie, blind-fingered.
Poetry
There is the ghost of a child in me. It longs to die, so afraid of living.
iStories
Rina Piccolo
Poem of the Week
All this while, I am eating the apple in this careless moment of life.
Story of the Week
People didn’t end marriages without warning, without second chances.
Story of the Week
“Your mom is awake,” I said. “You need to go in and see her.”
Poetry
Premonitions return to me like a carrier pigeon, disaster strapped to its leg.
Poem of the Week
My door overlooks a jade stream, the stillness of dawn drives cares away.
First & Second Looks
The girl repacked the tattered baggage of her personality.
Winter Contest Winners
To be married is to learn to love, captive in your own new country.
Story of the Week
They couldn’t go to the Manson family caves because of nuclear radiation.
iPoems
My husband once said he wanted to die eaten by a panther.
Poem of the Week
Everything comes down to the lightning. Nothing is ever by chance.
Poem of the Week
It’s like listening to the snow falling before sticking out your tongue.
Fiction
Now all I was, all I had ever been, when it came down to it, was a tenant.
Fall Contest Winners
Overnight, somebody had dumped a dead pit bull in the trash bin.
Story of the Week
She weighed the cold shiny gun on her palm and let out a jagged breath.
Poetry
Nine day-care children are out for a walk on a winter morning.
Poem of the Week
forget how to count starting with your own age starting with even numbers
Poetry
I was a skinhead in look and seem, a balding guy trying out the future.
Poem of the Week
You can dive still see half the Spanish castle, its stone pile a trap
Poem of the Week
The leaves repeat my fall in choruses more ancient than my own.
Photography & Art
The photo portraits express the unguarded essence of each author.
Story of the Week
Janet Burroway
Poetry Contest Winners
I dream we ride together in a Subaru to the county fair.
Poetry
No one seems to long for what it was before memory gained purchase.
Readers' Narratives
I could find a partner with no more effort than ordering Chinese.
Story of the Week
I don’t know who he wants to be, and it’s not because I haven’t asked.