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Stories

Fiction
For a moment I had the delicious feeling of fitting in without even trying.
Features
Our culture cherishes a fantasy of a certain writerly existence.
Narrative Outloud
If it were fiction, calling the place Newtown would be too much.
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“Refuge,” Nina said, tilting her head back; it was a word she learned.
First & Second Looks
“He cared. I looked at him and I thought, I want to be like you.”
Fiction
She had learned that it was easy to get Sylvi to do things.
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my baba sits in a midwest garage with the hood propped open.
iPoems
The dead man’s suit coat
 is a good fit through the shoulders.
Six-Word Stories
A story about money, values, and materialism—in just six words.
Story of the Week
I am not prepared for postwar Freetown. Postwar Sierra Leone.
Features
The legendary author Robert Stone, in the words of his friends.
Poem of the Week
Burly Viking raiders are standing in the coffee line, sharing pickles.
Poem of the Week
I wear a gray sweater not unlike the one my father used to wear.
Story of the Week
Shit happens, you still have to pay up or lose it all, even if it ain’t your fault.
Poetry
Isn’t it nice to think tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes yet?
Poetry
If angels were made of music, surely they would vanish.
Story of the Week
The world is where we brace for a joke that’s about to be played on us.
iStories
Someone’s walk is pretty much who they are, from the beginning.
Poem of the Week
Certain elements of isolation were built into the design, given the odds.
Poetry
Carte blanche is bodily as chalk on dark asphalt, so enliven these eyes.
Classics
As far as I was concerned you need never have been my father.
Fiction
If this farmer worried about her husband, he gave no sign.
Fiction
Fortyish, give or take, each of them correctly estimates the other to be.
Readers' Narratives
I found her at home in an egg-stained bathrobe, looking vulnerable.
Poem of the Week
I sobbed even through hymns sung too gently to lend me cover
Poetry
Descent jumps and jostles, nausea drops me back to the floodplain.
Story of the Week
It’s difficult to be blessed by Madam Pele. She gives wonderful trouble.
Poetry
Walking through the snow with her was enough, quiet enough.
Story of the Week
She offered her face up for what should be a brotherly kiss.