Stories
Poetry
I never entered no-man’s-land by any light brighter than the palest moon.
Poem of the Week
You move rocks, run water, check the path of mouse and rabbit.
Poem of the Week
A man and a woman joined by newspaper pages culture to politics.
iPoems
To keep the baby safe, we sealed the house as if against bad weather.
iPoems
We’re phosphorus, we’re this glowing rock under UV light in the mineral shed.
Poem of the Week
I confessed to loving another man, streetlamp sequin on a rain puddle.
Later, in sleep, your arms opened to me. Mid-snore compromise.
Graphic Stories
People assume married cartoonists are laughing all the time.
Story of the Week
Marshall and Mrs. Checchi, it seemed, had this philosophy in common.
Story of the Week
The everlasting shines through in the threshold between worlds.
iStories
If you play, decide three things: the rules, stakes, and quitting time.
Poem of the Week
My soul’s parts know little and don’t care whether I live or die.
Poem of the Week
Before we were ornament, we were names
moving in a mouth.
Fiction
“There’s life after birth! That’s what jails and lethal injections are for!”
Story of the Week
There are certain defects which well mounted glitter like virtue itself.
Classics
I like that it’s not me you pine for, and like that I don’t pine for you.
Story of the Week
I looked up how much everything would cost. Giving birth: $9,000.
Story of the Week
When you turn fifty, you have to prove to yourself you’ve got something left.
Poem of the Week
I am weary of the summer’s darkness in this cavern of elms.
I wish the leaves would fall, that one wind would blow them away.
Poem of the Week
Language seems accomplice to grieving, everything dissolves.
Poetry
I find lost prayers in the tiny edging around buttonholes.
Poem of the Week
I answered, blood rushing like the shadow cast by a cloud of starlings.
Story of the Week
He showered, shaved, put on a clean shirt, then lay down to die.
Poem of the Week
When we watched jellyfish, Mary Kate wondered if they dreamed of land.
Features
A letter is like a poem, showing the marks of an unwilling composer.
Story of the Week
He was shirtless and showcasing a large tattoo of the Twin Towers.
