Stories
Poem of the Week
Our father turned to me and said, Why does he sound like a girl.
Poetry
I fell asleep wondering to whom the tree might have been writing.
Poem of the Week
Death is a home unseen by the side of the road, the rifle barrel aimed.
Poem of the Week
When I see buffaloes run I think of love—how it is held.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
I will rehearse loss until I feel it coming. Until it’s real.
Poetry
We ate and then made love, the windows open to deafening twilight.
Poetry
The exurban dream of it all, to enter is to have the ability to exit.
Poem of the Week
Are you there? I couldn’t tell you about the time I saw the deer.
Poetry
No one tells you what it sounds like out in the streets when bullets clang.
Poem of the Week
The purpose of all rules of piety is to extend revelation into ordinary life.
Poem of the Week
I am wet with circuitry. And I doubt I could ever save anyone.
Poem of the Week
On her tongue was a wick and her body was invented a nation of lice.
Poem of the Week
For years, all we showed her for her pains were two deaf ears.
Poem of the Week
Tear-streaked mascara, mascara-stained cheeks: a cataract of woe.
Poem of the Week
Complicity can crease the tongue back on itself like an origami dog.
Poem of the Week
I’m the shrunken dead like them, here, greening the sky’s bluer potion.
Poetry
Now the mulch has come between us seven turns, I’ve grown dramatic.
Poetry
On the anniversary of your death, a memory sharpens, as if illuminated.
Poem of the Week
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you, jar of octopus, cuckoo’s cry.
Features
The smart hide their claws in their paws, then add fur for allure.
Poem of the Week
I am tamping down the earth with the flat side of a blade I am burying you
Poem of the Week
Hearing them coughing in the hall, you rose from your desk.
Poem of the Week
A dark spot in a clutch of trees tonight, a moon eclipsed.
Poetry Contest Winners
I wanted to forget my parents’ slow dying together in Ohio.
Poem of the Week
Purple planets, dirt stars. Imagine the carom in the hall, how it sounded.
