Stories
Story of the Week
It was as if we were shedding our very selves to become someone else.
Interviews
Whether or not I’m working on the book, the book is working on me.
Narrative Outloud
Sam was like family. He was the angel of my writing life in every word.
Interviews
Jayne Anne Phillips recalls her friend, the legendary Sam Lawrence.
Classics
I was the man in her life. I know I’m different now. Now I’m a bird.
Poem of the Week
I taste on my tongue a gunshot of synapses warm and light like butter
Interviews
I’ve wavered in confidence, but never on whether I was going to write.
Nonfiction
A friend said she hated the State of Israel because it killed her cat.
Poem of the Week
Someone says Jesus is bread. He is also suffering. He is like the Internet.
Story of the Week
I never left my wife, and she never left me, but this isn’t exactly true.
Story of the Week
The boy in the woods was a secret. My secret. My first real secret.
Story of the Week
Barth looked after his students beyond anything expected of him.
Nonfiction
Suddenly John was there, in slim blue jeans and a rough white shirt.
Story of the Week
Thus John Redding grew to manhood, playing, studying and dreaming.
Story of the Week
I didn’t know that by falling for you, I was falling for your demons too.
Story of the Week
In a few days the troops were to go further on. I left the next day.
First & Second Looks
“One of the most objectionable books in any language whatsoever.”
Story of the Week
Sometimes I wonder if he—my father—looks back on that moment.
Poem of the Week
He says the word robbery and you don’t know if he’s asking or telling.
Story of the Week
There’s something about traveling by plane. People tell their secrets.
Story of the Week
He ached to move into and out of her body and make her feel him fiercely.
Fiction
I put my hand on my stomach and had an image of the melting snowman.
