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Stories

Poetry
How many gods do you believe in? How many good men?
Poetry
Fearing for them, I clustered them together, then cut them off.
Poetry
Nothing holds the universe together; nothing is the secret force.
Poem of the Week
She’s not the same, her body more naked in its aging, its disorder.
Poem of the Week
my grandparents lay in a room listening to their legs rub together
Poetry
Mostly, though, you could turn them in your hand, hold them to your nose.
Poem of the Week
You come hot, marching between one blazing Arab & one crazy Jew.
Poem of the Week
Two animals, doe-eyed, slick across the road into the femur of the night.
Poetry
She takes her shirt at the waist and pulls it up slowly: her hips, belly, bra.
Masterpieces
He wrote and rewrote endlessly, and rose at night to reread pages.
Story of the Week
It is a city of sea, sun, boulevards, strolling beauties, life-altering food.
Poetry
If party isn’t what we set out to do then you should go home.
Poem of the Week
Today is my favorite kind of day. Night opens, light concedes.
Poem of the Week
If I had known I would have saved the abacus from the fire.
Story of the Week
There is hardly a rich man in the world who has not such a friend.
Poetry
Some asshole on a joyride in the outback runs her down, the emu.
Story of the Week
Children, this is what a bad dream looks like, our teacher said.
Nonfiction
Logic is such an elegant weapon; and religion, such an easy target.
Story of the Week
Having a sister or a friend is like sitting at night in a lighted house.
Poem of the Week
Once upon a time, a couple wandered in a glass forest, hand in hand.
Poetry
There are only two genders! Ma cries there is one sun, one moon.
Poetry
Relief workers tore swaths of insulation from the rafters of the house.
Story of the Week
The longing to know hovered like a star above this child-woman.
Story of the Week
I do not intend in these pages to put in a plea for this little novel.
Poem of the Week
our hands are full of those women tricked or transformed.
Fiction
“Why on earth are you taking luxury cruise passengers to Zamboanga?”
Fiction
Doctor Dressler left her a note: Suicide. Back by 7:00. Love, Max.
Poem of the Week
Is it that he is too tired or too afraid to blink into the oil of his own machine?
Poetry Contest Winners
Everything rushes in. Everything that ever drove me crazy with dumb hope, every letdown.
Poetry
What if it does choose, the egg, I mean, her favorite spermatozoon.