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Stories

Poem of the Week
Like lions in cages, women like me dream . . . of freedom . . .
Story of the Week
Youth! Goodness! Joy! Hope! Strange things to bring to a place like this.
Poem of the Week
With these fingers, afraid and aware, I stroke your delicate skin.
Poetry
i silenced with my hands the loud wet thing that would not let me sleep
Readers' Narratives
We crossed the length of Iran to reach a lake so big they called it a sea.
Poem of the Week
The old hen scratches then looks, scratches then looks. My life.
Poetry
I bled. God didn’t want to hear about it. He said unclean and so it was.
N30B Winners
I turned—a peculiar triumph—as ruin succumbed to the ruin it birthed.
Poem of the Week
The meeting hall of their bodies piled on lawns caked with dying birds.
Poem of the Week
The keys look like Tommy’s teeth once he began to appreciate meth.
Narrative Outloud
Tobias Wolff reading two stories aloud: "Say Yes" and "Her Dog."
Poem of the Week
…a classmate dropped dead, his heart was attacked at thirty-three.
Poetry
i learned to save lives from a man who reminded me of my father
Poetry
I walked that land with him, one and mingling, breaking into breath.
Poetry
Out there, my father captains a boat tour below the Cliffs of Moher
Poem of the Week
This was his sky, his clouds rucked up over the fields. His country.
Poem of the Week
We cannot leave it to the forces to rub out the color of the world.
Narrative Outloud
I don’t know if I’ve written anything without changing the details.
Story of the Week
“You’re going somewhere now,” he said. “Up to the big smoke.”
Poetry
Into the storm, the iridescent cosmos. To the savage dances of sunset.
Poem of the Week
Why is the sun such a bad companion to the desert traveler?
Poem of the Week
You’ve gathered more knowledge than you’d need for nine lives.
Poem of the Week
It was our flesh with its deadly sweetness that led them on.
Poem of the Week
She already knew that deafening silence of a call gone unanswered.
Poetry Contest Winners
Don’t try to find me by spit, by genetic sleuthing, by Are you my?
Poetry
It was only a matter of time before the damp of loss grew within us like moss.
Poetry
The body passing through its own fires, the hard escape of it all.
Poetry
How do we heal our savage hearts, foolish wrath gone rogue on any soul.