Stories
Fiction
“Your mother’s fine,” Giuseppe said. “We’re all completely fine.”
Poem of the Week
I hear my brother’s wife whisper, It’s her again. Let the machine get it.
Poem of the Week
The summer Victor died, his dad spoke to no one but the canaries he kept.
Poetry
Before sunrise I counted nine meteors scratching the heavens.
Poem of the Week
The tall, flashing curtains of glass keep them a breath’s thickness apart.
Story of the Week
Before April rings the chime, she forces her way up out of herself.
Story of the Week
With my lime-green nitrile gloves I carried him around to the others.
Story of the Week
Michael Kohlhasas carried one virtue to too great an extreme.
Story of the Week
In chess as in love, openings could be only so original. But this was uncanny.
Readers' Narratives
My husband looks at me. I’m afraid he knows I am my mother’s daughter.
Poem of the Week
That Hawaiian shirt is the first thing Ratso’s owned that he hasn’t stolen.
Spring Contest Winners
I returned to research a history we’d only known through stories.
Poem of the Week
Stable-keeper’s kids know broken then healed, but healed with limits.
Story of the Week
I became a symbol of freedom, a miracle who had escaped the Devil.
Story of the Week
Fletcher was a squad leader. He ought to be able to get a girl.
Poem of the Week
If you tear down the web it will simply know this isn’t a place to call home.
Poem of the Week
Who mind loved would not rather be loved body too. Since all is all.
Poem of the Week
Sundays, your wife at Mass, we locked ourselves in my room.
Poetry
It was as the angel speaking of Isaac, a deception, a test to survive.
Poetry Contest Winners
The small, inadequate marks follow the outline, things left behind.
Poetry
Smoke and stock and toasted chili flakes. The garlic at marshmallow tan.
Story of the Week
Oh, how fascinating it was, watching it all! It was exactly like a play.
