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Stories

Fiction
Colonel Hammer glares, willing us to attention. A few pilots sit up.
Poetry
Oh, won’t you lie here darling whistlepigs, here, curled at my side?
Story of the Week
The day was beyond the reach of words like tragic and hilarious.
Poem of the Week
A family becomes fossilized—a darker crosshatch etched in hard sand.
Poetry
Picture the thing you want most. True love? A new car? Let it go.
Masterpieces
I thought how she must thrash with savage agility when she made love.
Fiction
The barman emanated paranoia, the male customers sat introspecting.
Poem of the Week
The world beyond the windows slowly tips forward into spring.
Story of the Week
Somehow my confession became a sharp knife I kept hidden in a drawer.
Nonfiction
Donald Hall
Poetry
You came to me in a hanbok dream, fluttering as it flew in.
Poem of the Week
The year we left the reservation a white boy gave me a trash bag.
Story of the Week
The story of Wing Biddlebaum’s hands is worth a book in itself.
Fiction
Your life is your own and then suddenly it belongs to someone else.
Story of the Week
He shot a spear into a boom timber and pulled the boat to it.
Poem of the Week
The canary-yellow sweater she knit while pregnant with me thawed first.
Poem of the Week
Come winter, they go to the funeral early & count the living.
Poem of the Week
Yang Wan-li said, There’s enough to eat. Who needs a lot of money?
Story of the Week
Hello, women rising up against toxic men. I salute you. And I apologize.
Story of the Week
She has a small solid mess of troubles she longs to upchuck.
Poetry
My father’s paperbacks, 35 cents a pop, forgotten on the high shelves of my bookcase. My father found pleasure in hardboiled dicks, half-clad dames, and misogynist jokes.
Poetry
Pummel nests from limbs and drown the furred things in their dens.
iStories
Rules are rules. No one comes this close, this fast. Protocol reigns.
Poem of the Week
Mom could have been an acre away, or doe-still behind the next stalk.
Story of the Week
I danced with Gerard until we were spinning so hard we fell down.
Poem of the Week
I peel back the hours and search for the light before it scatters.
Story of the Week
I’ve got other plans. And they don’t center on ringnecks.
Photography & Art
Havana, Cuba, on the inevitable cusp of change. A photo gallery.