Stories

Poetry

Sometimes a you is a lover, but he is not my lover. He is looking at me.

Photography & Art

Merwin discovered and restored eighteen acres of abandoned land.

Readers' Narratives

He handed us sticks of dynamite, rolled in wax paper like taffy.

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Story of the Week

Miss Moses smiled, I could take you, buster. Don’t try anything with me.

Graphic Stories

Hannah Sarvasy

Story of the Week

Jane’s made it clear, this Renuka might not even become a doctor.

iPoems

I woke in surprise to your breath warm as your skin on my neck.

Story of the Week

Your mother still glows with a smoothness that you envy.

Classics

He always talked of making money with the air of a connoisseur.

Fiction

She was no man’s dark dream, only a girl forced to swim half-clothed.

Story of the Week

She accused her husband with great drama of having destroyed her life.

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Fiction

Ron Carlson

iPoems

To fulminate, to go on a tear, because what’s wanted is forbidden.

Nonfiction

Our visions of the world fade like the morning star, lost in the light of day.

Fiction

The child is too perfect to be human; too perfect, truthfully, to exist.

Poetry

This storm scares me. A foreign climate occupies the land.

Poem of the Week

A man sits in the Institute of National Memory examining files.

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Poem of the Week

I ask if you are all right until you can be nothing but not all right, not okay.

Fiction

The stupider the president the more power you arrange for him.

Poem of the Week

I have heard stories of the river, how people were willing to die to cross it.

Poem of the Week

For two days I’ve been weeping over a nineteenth-century novel.

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Nonfiction

Six other guests smoked Marlboro Lights, and ashtrays filled up.

Poem of the Week

No fountains to quench the thirst between rounds of tag.

Story of the Week

Derek was holding a gun. The barrel was pointed at his own temple.

Poetry

I forgot to detail that the jumper leapt from beside the hanging Monet.

Poem of the Week

I bring out the emergency in people and I don’t know why.

Story of the Week

I managed to talk sensible Alice into a little pink outfit and high heels.

Fiction

Part of me wished I’d never tried heroin. The rest wanted to be high.