Stories
Story of the Week
I was free. The first step had been taken, and it was irrevocable.
Poem of the Week
It’s a small deposit, but I’m putting my faith in reincarnation.
Poem of the Week
You’re certain that they’re harmless, benign as a flock of founding fathers.
Nonfiction
She looked at him with sorrow, and surprise, despite all the news.
Poem of the Week
I lost my pen, I lost my keys, and my hat somewhere on a table.
Poetry
On Saturdays I listen to folk music, lead a life devoted to exodus.
Poetry
I’ve left a casement open disclosing the lording Hudson in its net of lead.
Poetry
I can only say I am here searching solo for remnants of Seoul Drive
iPoems
I could untie Minnie’s silk, restitch it into places I’ve lived.
iStories
In the story she was a dripping, chocolate-covered vamp.
Poem of the Week
I want my former costar Glenn Close to call me “charm personified.”
Classics
There’s something I saw at the race meeting I can’t figure out.
Poetry Contest Winners
When I was a woman, I was all reason and my reason was unjust.
Poem of the Week
Take my hand, lead me by heart over the blind stepping-stones to the edge.
Spring Contest Winners
Protect your hands. You can always get by if your hands aren’t broken.
Poem of the Week
I give you a real blue song the mountains hold under their foot.
Story of the Week
I’m just wired hard for hunting, and not so much at all for fishing.
Poem of the Week
A rider prances toward the ash, a sailor looks for meaning in unrequited hearts.
Poetry
I shouldn’t have to say why the confederate flag is a symbol of hate.
Poem of the Week
What if Eve was an Indian & Adam was never kneaded from the earth.
Poem of the Week
Instead, I touch: The powdered organ. The thief-shaped hole.
Poem of the Week
Children can be seen as worldly things, not as souls with broken mirrors.
Poem of the Week
I walk into their tight pants, into their curves of sculpted flesh.
Fiction
On the small of my daughter’s back is a two-inch tattoo. MADE IN CHINA.
