Stories
Poem of the Week
I saw the glowing body, silver with time, emerge from behind a lone pine.
Poem of the Week
Absence rarely makes the heart grow fonder, or so my mother said.
Story of the Week
That late afternoon in the park, with its kiss, wasn’t an ending or a beginning; it was both.
The piano had been a great bird rustling and swooping in the vast space.
Poem of the Week
Lunatics call it annihilation . . . Think of it as not doing a thing
Story of the Week
A plus B; a child in peril, plus love, dissolution of, equals a story.
Fiction
“You look like you’re about to fall over,” he says. “Are you all right?”
Poem of the Week
Suddenly two would dart and clasp one another belly to belly.
Narrative Outloud
After my father passed away, I’d go back to stare at the cave paintings.
Story of the Week
I build our life together as I want it to be.
Fall Contest Winners
Evangeline thinks of the forged double-bit whistling through the air.
Poetry
Tell her I put poison in the pot and I intend to watch her drink it.
Poetry
The walls pull apart like a troubled couple, finally deciding to hold.
Poetry
I want you enough to gnash you into a silence made from pieces of silver.
Poetry
My daddy used to yodel. That’s not all. He'd wear plaid shorts & guinea Ts.
Poetry
Two bikers, the bartender, me, and a skinny girl in skintight blue jeans.
Poetry
At night the voices on the patio sound like small darting birds.
Poetry
Years ago I wanted parallel lives, to see how it turns out for all of me.
Poetry
How large our muscles have to be to lift our wings even a single time.
Poetry
My brush an M-16, thirty-round clips for tubes of paint, all of them red.
Poetry
Even the busiest of businessmen are out for the count, paying the price.
