Stories
Graphic Stories
Death pointed the gun in his socket and blew off some of his skull.
Winter Contest Winners
Ira and Ada are stepsiblings. Within a month they were sleeping together.
Poetry Contest Winners
It commands your presence, mocking your impatience with its steam.
Poem of the Week
Floods of faces, no sign of a pathway toward Bethlehem, shut off by blizzard.
iPoems
Frail as a breath, it broke at once, leaving a tiny kiss in my fingers.
Poem of the Week
It’s been months since the cat died and still we find her hair.
Story of the Week
“Then I can promise to kill either of you if I ever see you again.”
Nonfiction
Atomic bomb. How could those two words be said together?
Poetry
I felt nothing, which was cool, totally cool with me. For my blood was cola.
Poem of the Week
Every touch electric, every taste you, every smell, every cry.
Poem of the Week
If the landlord tells you not to hang a mirror in that room, do not.
Poetry
Sometimes they revert to trickery, apple their venom with a smile.
Story of the Week
What was happening? All she wants is for Teddy to fuck her silly.
Poem of the Week
We want no truck with death. Not now while we’re busy feasting on figs.
Photography & Art
Lambert started to cry and said he was sure there was a God.
iPoems
Chill air at six a.m., a bare hand scraping frost from a windowpane.
Poetry
Your face is a grain of rice, one small nothing on the world’s horizon.
Poetry Contest Winners
shoulds & shouldn’ts unwound now to dids & didn’t
N30B Winners
Paharganj reels with beggars. Old women, boys, breast-feeding girls.
Story of the Week
I felt awful about imposing on him, but I was desperate to see the Derby.
Poem of the Week
Every morning I wipe the sweat from the hollow of my master’s throat.
Fiction
I saw her bed wasn’t slept in and knew—something had happened.
Story of the Week
Why had she asked him to come along, someone she did not even know?
Six-Word Stories
Despair: Janet Burroway’s first Narrative Magazine six-word story.
