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Stories
Poetry
A ripple across the darker fathom, no sooner there than torn away.
Poetry
At 35,000 feet, the center of heaven, in the deep Milky Way, we meet.
Poetry Contest Winners
You try to confess your crime of turning the world into words.
Poem of the Week
’Tis with our judgments as our watches, none go just alike.
Poem of the Week
He told me that he knows a parent’s grief for a dead child.
Poem of the Week
Why am I always asleep in your poems? Look at me Ben, when am I.
Poem of the Week
Four wings of silk without a trace of dust perched upon a silken line.
Poetry
I want you, you captive, delivered into each other’s territories.
Poem of the Week
What consequence is a body/a body nonetheless. If the light in me is gone.
Poem of the Week
Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky, the flying cloud, the frosty light.
Poem of the Week
It is cruel, this business of exile and divorce. I will not deny it.
Poem of the Week
Your hand on my nightgown, my soft places. I wish you wouldn’t do that.
Poem of the Week
Sound the flute! Now it’s mute! Bird’s delight, day and night.
Poetry
God is there between things, sitting at his own left hand.
Poetry
Lie down & whisper all your careless dreams into my votive ear.
Poetry
Our cocoa is gone and our dreams are being eaten by mice.
Poetry
There’s no need to check for a pulse, hold a hand mirror for breath.
Poem of the Week
The waves have heard of you. How you caress, how you kiss.
Poetry
One spent the better part of this life writing in the dirt with a stick.
Poem of the Week
Noelle, somewhere symphony number two listens to you breathing.
Poetry
All roads lead to Rome, but all trails take you to Oklahoma.
Story of the Week
She possessed a quality that made one forget all shortcomings.
Story of the Week
Gerard sat in the shadow, watching his son steal about like a thief.
Poem of the Week
Play hero, sunburned protagonist, awake in our dream.
iStories
“Being gay’s not a sin,” as if it's obvious why I don’t belong in church.
Story of the Week
I yanked him halfway out of his car and punched him in the nose.
Poem of the Week
Fumbling among the constellations, I believed my throat would burst.
First & Second Looks
I was butch to my father’s nelly, utilitarian to his aesthete.
