Stories
Story of the Week
Live Dangerously! If you get hurt, the suffering will bring a new being.
Poem of the Week
A goddam mean big sonofabitch boar rooted me in the stomach.
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Their breath rose in small clouds. Their flag rippled above them.
Readers' Narratives
The smokestacks dominated the river skyline, gutted and sublime.
Story of the Week
I offer you these outs, and it stings when you take me up on them.
iPoems
Each evening spent guessing which hemisphere the moon might wreck.
One-Act Plays
It wasn’t me he was aiming at; he was using me to make my mom unhappy.
Story of the Week
“Just sex,” I say, and the old feeling is back, the creeping nausea.
Poetry
Our griefs perceive what we dismiss: the slight give of stage boards.
Poem of the Week
I know that hairs
on my head go singly gray only
by night.
on my head go singly gray only
by night.
Poem of the Week
We crunch through the snow in the predawn blue-black cold.
He tells me about the stars: Vega, Betelgeuse, Arcturus, Rigel.
Poem of the Week
I am struck by the otherness of things rather than their sameness.
Story of the Week
Mel’s roommate was making love. Her friend was making babies.
Story of the Week
He sobbed; he said he would go to therapy, stop drinking.
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Boys called him Lorry Raja and imitated his high-stepping walk.
Story of the Week
He saw the car bearing down and gave it the finger, a snarl on his face.
Nonfiction
“We know what can happen,” Mike says. “We choose to do this.”
Poem of the Week
I did lose my dirty fingernails and ragged legs, my purpled forearms.
Story of the Week
He’s walking loopy, so I know he’s been had something besides beer.
First & Second Looks
“Just keep on driving and get us lost in the city. I’ll pay you.”
Story of the Week
Liz wore a brass wedding ring, and had no marriage certificate to show.
Readers' Narratives
We’d read the rules about what can get your kid suspended from school.
Poem of the Week
A suitcase of the body slapped with stickers of scars from every location.
Story of the Week
The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.
Story of the Week
“I love you” is always a quotation. You did not say it first.
Poem of the Week
The orderlies see him in the mirror and mistake it for his twin.
First & Second Looks
I’m not interested in love, or wealth, or fame. I’m not interested in me.
Story of the Week
Over the air conditioner, she hears, unmistakable, the bleating of a siren.
