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Stories
Story of the Week
She was wanting to be noticed as a person not wanting to be noticed.
Poem of the Week
A branch breaks and the body lands the wrong way. Snapping is easy.
iPoems
He began singing, the words to a song that played from hidden speakers.
Story of the Week
His name is Lloyd. He lives on Percival. He’s super creepy.
Story of the Week
He was so frail, how could your heart not break when you saw him?
Poem of the Week
A pie can’t go to college, work hard for the grades, two jobs on the side.
Story of the Week
The eyes of men were drawn, numb and automatic, to her youthfulness.
Fiction
He does not dare to ask the question flaring in his head. Will she stay.
iPoems
This belief. This clinging-to. Vanity. Like painting the wind’s back.
Story of the Week
Chuck had a grin, but Mike kept his eyebrows raised, very curious.
Photography & Art
A poetry of texture and light runs through these photographs.
Photography & Art
After moving, I began to look at the images and piece them together.
Poetry
How can we go on believing each day won’t be the one that flames out?
Poetry
She whispers all these rocks burning up in the sky can’t be a good thing.
First & Second Looks
This particular capitalist was a saltshaker. His hat had four holes.
Masterpieces
I see the garden far away in itself reflected in the polished spade.
Story of the Week
He was getting a divorce. I was married with two teenage children.
iStories
Doctor, he devoted. When she poorly, he bring her mint tea in bed.
Poetry
I say aria, scale of the day, weigh each square foot she’s kept up.
iPoems
A field. No clouds. Tall grasses bend toward the foreground.
Poem of the Week
“Pick your switch,” says my father and I’m stepping out into the forest.
Story of the Week
The fish’s eye is mangled, tugged inward; blood leaks from its gills.
Poem of the Week
The citizens of Aunay believed Pierre Rivière batshit, dimwitted.
Story of the Week
The church was clearly the work of a madman driven crazy by the wind.
Poem of the Week
The Renaissance mastered the illusion of depth on a flat plane.
