Stories
Poetry
I’m from Boston, is that why I imagine Fredrick’s emotions for him?
Fiction
Her biggest secret was Jay Currie—her white American boyfriend.
Narrative Outloud
Here, Min Jin reads from her novel at Narrative Night, New York City.
Narrative Outloud
You don’t know what it’s like to be so hungry that you’d steal to eat.
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At Walden Pond, Henry Thoreau clicks like on the “Wilderness” page.
Story of the Week
If you can be seen, you can be killed. No-man’s-land is everyman’s land.
Poem of the Week
Dainty morsels do not fail to attract gentlemen as well as ladies.
Readers' Narratives
Raised in a dust bowl, she had broad shoulders and a
D-cup bust.
Fiction
He says to his boots, “Well, suppose we went for fish.”
Story of the Week
My father would have ended my clandestine career on the spot.
Story of the Week
Let’s put a frog in his bed and have him feel it jump all over him.
Poem of the Week
She bequeathed her children a mother who dreams and smiles.
Poem of the Week
Like lions in cages, women like me dream . . . of freedom . . .
Story of the Week
Youth! Goodness! Joy! Hope! Strange things to bring to a place like this.
Poem of the Week
With these fingers, afraid and aware, I stroke your delicate skin.
Poetry
i silenced with my hands the loud wet thing that would not let me sleep
Readers' Narratives
We crossed the length of Iran to reach a lake so big they called it a sea.
Poem of the Week
The old hen scratches then looks, scratches then looks. My life.
Poetry
I bled. God didn’t want to hear about it. He said unclean and so it was.
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I turned—a peculiar triumph—as ruin succumbed to the ruin it birthed.
Poem of the Week
The meeting hall of their bodies piled on lawns caked with dying birds.
Poem of the Week
The keys look like Tommy’s teeth once he began to appreciate meth.
Narrative Outloud
Tobias Wolff reading two stories aloud: "Say Yes" and "Her Dog."
Poem of the Week
…a classmate dropped dead, his heart was attacked at thirty-three.
Poetry
i learned to save lives from a man who reminded me
of my father
Poetry
I walked that land with him, one and mingling, breaking into breath.
Poetry
Out there, my father captains a boat tour below the Cliffs of Moher
Poem of the Week
This was his sky, his clouds rucked up over the fields. His country.
