Stories
Poem of the Week
You are the only one who knows not to pour water on the flame.
Fiction
Wake up drenched in sweat, with fatigue that reaches to your marrow.
Poem of the Week
My advice would be not to trust. The ocean is just the ocean until I say otherwise.
Story of the Week
Ask your mother about babies. Ask her about the baby that died.
Fiction
Lily hated Ray’s cancer. She couldn’t see it or cure it.
Poem of the Week
He had come to weavers’ Harris to make some testament.
Readers' Narratives
There were a lot of weddings. The Lord was speaking to everybody.
Story of the Week
Our hopes swirled around the act of swallowing a teaspoon of yogurt.
Poetry
You walk into your gramma’s kitchen only once for the last time.
Story of the Week
As soon as I heard his voice, I felt as if a wind had swept through my head.
Poem of the Week
Each year we fail to imagine how the days will blanch, the air will harden.
Story of the Week
Hurricane Ian was bearing down on us. Jack wanted to stay and ride it out.
I was passed out on the floor, the TV on, when Ian made landfall.
Poem of the Week
May the dice throw their combinations at night. May it be June then July.
Poem of the Week
A camper fighting off a grizzly until someone can shoot it dead.
Poem of the Week
It’s not the sun and all its colonies that miss you—it’s the frailest barriers.
Story of the Week
Let the squeamish suffer their fear, let them live without really living.
Story of the Week
We agreed: no hearts, no flowers, just courteous, no-strings sex.
Graphic Stories
She’s a blushing peach waiting to be plucked by practiced hands.
Poetry Contest Winners
He was a child. He was dead. He was the shaft of a Long-tailed Astrapia.
Story of the Week
It had always been this way. Mothering, for my mother, was a cameo role.
Fiction
The solution, she’s discovered, is always to err on the side of caution.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
My brush dissects her slick-back black hair to expose ugly white.
