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Stories
Poem of the Week
He took off his clothes and left them on the living room floor.
Story of the Week
The rich man adorns himself and the elegant man gets dressed.
Classics, Story of the Week
She came from the most worthless of all classes—the rich.
Readers' Narratives
I felt the terrible paradox of grief in the midst of celebration.
Poetry
The signal’s too remote and there’s a delay before we can start again.
Story of the Week
The blade was buried to the hilt in the outside corner of his left eye.
Poem of the Week
I take Saturday’s unpopulated trains, since there is no safety in numbers.
Fiction
He was regarded as a visionary and a fool in almost equal measure.
Poetry
Here we were, seventeen, trapped by the sheer number of bodies.
Fiction
Here is my father on the last day of his exceptionally long life.
Story of the Week
I pictured myself as a chart inside her head. Two sides: good and bad.
Poetry
Her voice smelled like an orange, though I’d never peeled an orange.
Story of the Week
I’ve made a rigorous effort. But it’s been hard, this hug embargo.
Story of the Week
I bought the gun after my therapist said he wouldn’t have sex with me.
Story of the Week
“Listen,” Mike said. “You’ve had a hard day. How about I drive you home?”
Story of the Week
I will never know what my mother guessed or didn’t suspect.
iPoems
I want to be rapt around your linger, not Thumbelina under your dumb.
Six-Word Stories
A political tragedy you won’t lose any sleep over, told in just six words.
Story of the Week
Writing at night just feels . . . sneaky. There’s an outlaw quality to it.
Poem of the Week
Through Joan’s window, my childhood. I want this view.
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
What did Adam think when he awoke and saw a bloody clump?
Poem of the Week
All this while, I am eating the apple in this careless moment of life.
