Stories
Poetry
Like a god I shook their tiny worlds, terrible but ineffectual storms.
Story of the Week
She was the idiot who fell in love with some high-class gigolo.
Poem of the Week
Gravity bends together this planet and your life, made of glass.
Fiction
Since the accident she lost her hold on the world and never got it back.
Story of the Week
Grandma was forced to break her vow of silence only three times.
Story of the Week
She imagines his clothes on the floor, his arms wrapped around her waist.
Poem of the Week
I hope I do not baffle or bluff. I hope I will not raise your hopes.
Poetry
The grass is always greener in the cemetery, was a joke I made to Jed.
Story of the Week
The band was amateur at best. It didn’t matter. People loved them.
Poem of the Week
I should look at what I’ve done. How loosely she let him come to me.
Story of the Week
They come to America and their child is shot down like a wild animal.
Poem of the Week
He hadn’t meant to hurt her. Drowning people will do anything for air.
Poetry
My mother stands at the doorway, her broad face turned to the earth.
Poem of the Week
Whales are very big (I saw one on a beach once) but trash is way bigger.
Fiction
Perhaps he was not almost sixteen years old, but thirty-five and sick.
Story of the Week
Howie and Nadine were confident they’d be among the survivors.
Story of the Week
Her will is resolute, and he knows enough not to challenge it.
Poetry
You’ll find me here in the peach orchard, the most I can muster.
Poetry
My ups and downs never stop on the hump we call a hill behind the house.
Story of the Week
The thing was, I didn’t care what I ate in front of a woman.
Every day, I told her things I would have been too embarrassed to tell anyone else.
Fiction
Hearing the baby’s cry, Varka finds the enemy who is crushing her heart.
