Stories
Fiction
He had seduced them with his sincerity for truth-seeking.
Nonfiction
Insomnia! There is a sickly romance to the affliction—initially.
Story of the Week
Isn’t Nightshade sad, people said; isn’t he pathetic; isn’t he hideous.
Poem of the Week
Gotta watch them damn sorry folks he sez they leave the best stuff.
Poem of the Week
We wondered at their habits and gave them little poems for names.
Poetry
I’d wager a cicada is fond of a high note on a synthesizer.
Story of the Week
She had not anticipated that the nightstands would be an issue.
Poetry
We called for the dead dog because toddlers do not understand death.
iPoems
Just sugar cubes and a crop for you. Salt licks to smart the tongue.
Poetry Contest Winners
Your jumps are numbered. It is better to be a bird without altitude.
Story of the Week
These old guitar players were the last pure thing this country produced.
Poem of the Week
Here’s the world, sweetheart. One word as small & large as a father.
Poem of the Week
I’ll leave a trail of crumbs as I descend into god knows where.
Poem of the Week
I’d make a tub of mud to keep live crabs. I’d refill it daily.
Poem of the Week
Music that tells of how things stand in the troubled world you now have.
Poem of the Week
I hear pleasure ringing, and I wonder what led us to this moment.
Poem of the Week
That summer we moved to the house you would die in years later.
First & Second Looks
What do you want? she cried and was startled when an answer came.
Readers' Narratives
My Aunt Pauline had gone ape-shit when she first saw his tattoo.
Poetry
It’s been months, and the fields are good for nothing but night talks.
Poetry
Teams spend days surveying the damage and label me a mess.
The North is a place that is documented but not conquered, and for most Americans it remains wild and imaginary.
Poem of the Week
I want everything to mean. To have worth and weight. But it doesn’t.
Poetry Contest Winners
Standing there in our small shadows, we discuss the ways of the dead.
Poetry
For today, fuck it, it’s snowing, stay in. Eat your Wheaties dry.
Story of the Week
When an old man marries a young piece of flesh, she is the ruler.
Story of the Week
“Why do we always fight,” he finally said, his voice quiet, resigned.
