Stories
iPoems
“Feathered Cup” by Shangyang Fang. A complete poem in a single screen.
Poem of the Week
The light, returning, nudged me from sleep, and walked me to dinner.
Poem of the Week
My husband shovels snow from flower beds back onto the drive.
Poem of the Week
What I eat, that heap has eaten. What I like, it gets, but less of.
Story of the Week
If someone looked into his eyes they would see how ugly his mind was.
Poem of the Week
Motionless at the window. Forehead beaded with a line of fevered moons.
Poem of the Week
you crawl into a hole & pull the hole in after you
on judgment day even our mothers will flee from us.
Poem of the Week
There, in the courtyard, a man might sit and call himself your friend.
Poetry
I know about sex. It’s not a cardinal flying into the wrong window.
Poem of the Week
Because I am lonely, I am always shying away from the mirror.
Fiction
She examines her left hand, finger by finger, gripping and pinching the flesh.
Poetry
They’re shrieking down Little Round Top, receiving the good girls’ glares.
Story of the Week
He hit all of us sometimes, but he hit me hardest and the most.
Nonfiction
We serve them far more than they serve us. Service animals, we all are.
Nonfiction
Order gardening clogs, then realize you feel like a runaway nurse.
Narrative Outloud
Ann Beattie in a wonderful reading of her story “Find and Replace."
Story of the Week
Lorna was like a sculpture carved by some Greek out of marble.
Nonfiction
He told his father he wanted to make art pictures, not lousy mobster stuff.
Narrative Outloud
The moths were the things that invaded, like a bad man’s touch.
Poem of the Week
At night the wildfire swelled the blurred interior like a lung of light.
Story of the Week
Suddenly Julia’s silence had solidified like cold fat in a frying pan.
Poetry
We roasted mastodons. Designed skewers, ovens, steampits.
Poem of the Week
There’s anger in the sound of a V-8 engine that puts me at ease.
Poem of the Week
You’d probably prefer to sneak back into me very still, swollen.
Poem of the Week
I blush whenever that room in Ensenada comes to mind.
Six-Word Stories
The tension between words and actions, in a six-word story.
