Stories
Masterpieces
I thought how she must thrash with savage agility when she made love.
Fiction
The barman emanated paranoia, the male customers sat introspecting.
Poem of the Week
The world beyond the windows slowly tips forward into spring.
Story of the Week
Somehow my confession became a sharp knife I kept hidden in a drawer.
Poem of the Week
The year we left the reservation a white boy gave me a trash bag.
Story of the Week
The story of Wing Biddlebaum’s hands is worth a book in itself.
Fiction
Your life is your own and then suddenly it belongs to someone else.
Story of the Week
He shot a spear into a boom timber and pulled the boat to it.
Poem of the Week
The canary-yellow sweater she knit while pregnant with me thawed first.
Poem of the Week
Come winter, they go to the funeral early & count the living.
Poem of the Week
Yang Wan-li said, There’s enough to eat. Who needs a lot of money?
Story of the Week
Hello, women rising up against toxic men. I salute you. And I apologize.
Poetry
Pummel nests from limbs and drown the furred things in their dens.
iStories
Rules are rules. No one comes this close, this fast. Protocol reigns.
Poem of the Week
Mom could have been an acre away, or doe-still behind the next stalk.
Story of the Week
I danced with Gerard until we were spinning so hard we fell down.
Poem of the Week
I peel back the hours and search for the light before it scatters.
Story of the Week
I’ve got other plans. And they don’t center on ringnecks.
Photography & Art
Havana, Cuba, on the inevitable cusp of change. A photo gallery.
Poetry
Having held down the past applying pressure to its sacrum . . .
Story of the Week
Some people are so beautiful, they belong everywhere they go.
Poem of the Week
So sault means “jump,” as in sauter in France, but not in New France!
Story of the Week
A dangerous heat came from him, the heat of some interior decay.
Story of the Week
Children were driven by deep yearnings that should be satisfied.
Poem of the Week
You’ve trained me well in the art of intimate distance. It’s not been easy.
Story of the Week
In the thickening smoke the workers clawed and flailed at one another.
