Stories
iStories
She holds the shirt to her face and inhales. With a start she pulls away.
Nonfiction
The intention of the writer is irrelevant to the success of the story.
Poem of the Week
What we know of love between species we learn from the bones.
iStories
My husband barely noticed, while I felt the sharp bite of her words.
Interviews
I didn’t know I would be any good. But I knew I wanted to be a poet.
Story of the Week
Like an idiot, I was flattered at first to get honorary degrees.
Fiction
“There’s got to be some way through this,” he says, “without losing her.”
Nonfiction
The human heart is far more intricate than any single term can describe.
Fiction
The waitress looked us over, wondering, I guess, if we were famous.
First & Second Looks
My mother did not want me to get any darker than I already was.
Story of the Week
In medical school they forgot to tell me about caring and feeling.
Short Shorts
The Wolf put on a great performance, crawling around on the stage.
Poem of the Week
Do you really want to live in this filth? And me answering, Well, yes.
Poetry
Love isn’t the same as happiness. Some poet probably said that.
Poem of the Week
It wasn’t so long ago I carried my tiny son piggyback through the woods.
Readers' Narratives
There’s a time to be born and a time to die, and there’s also a time to run.
Poem of the Week
He’s in the back of the cop car, hands in handcuffs, shaped like infinity.
Readings - Audio/Video
Ring, ring, ring at 2 a.m. means meth’s got my brother in the slammer again.
Story of the Week
We are nothing; less than nothing, we are only what might have been.
Poem of the Week
I take what I want, and have ever since what I want disappeared.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
There are elephants in the hall looking for their mothers.
Story of the Week
Home, I thought. This was the new country I had been yearning for.
Poem of the Week
A voice like my mother’s nail polish and my father’s lottery tickets.
Poetry
How, like a dream, all the world’s characters are aspects of me.
Story of the Week
The streets were filled with couples and families on their way home.
