Stories
Poem of the Week
Your voice on the phone, a gesundt in dein keppel you blessed my head.
Short Shorts
My first girl, only sixteen year and she go, she run away to you.
Poetry
At fifty, a new love feels like a particular kind of hopelessness.
Poem of the Week
I know it’s a problem, that I prefer to think instead of live.
Poem of the Week
I slide my heart inside a folded sheet of paper and tape down the opening.
Poem of the Week
Another light is growing out of their shadows. You can hear it.
Story of the Week
You’re safe here. A prison might be the safest place to meet a man.
Features
In the best fiction, there exists a palpable sense of discovery.
Features
What can be done to interest a younger audience in fiction?
Features
We lived below the poverty level. I wasn’t allowed to desire objects.
Features
The best writers talk a story the way they put it down on the page.
Features
The main thing a poet tries to do, above all things, is to write a poem.
Features
Revision is not a sanction to get the head and the will involved.
Features
Not a single environmentalist holds out much hope for the future.
Poem of the Week
Remind the children never to use the state as a metric for ethics.
Poetry
There was a special kind of power in playing the father of God.
Poetry
Desire whittled me a tool I’d never seen but knew how to use.
Nonfiction
Horses in those days were celebrities in their own right.
N30B Winners
You decide that in this city all things are possible, even happiness.
Fiction
Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.
Narrative Outloud
Be honest. Writing is about honesty, and articulating that honesty.
Poem of the Week
I dream a sonnet made of buttons posed stiff against its milky plastic sky.
Poem of the Week
I stay gripped to pine and the sugar of existence runs through you.
Poem of the Week
That’s how a lifetime passes, closing the wound, a million stitches.
Nonfiction
The wine was administered to Theo’s lips, and then the rest of us.
Fiction
I take a sip of Turkish coffee and wrinkle my nose, like a baby.
