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Stories
Poetry
It was the season of storm delays, of . . . shame and ghosts on trains
Poem of the Week
Our spirits are as transparent as the gown my wife wears in bed.
Story of the Week
The first time she’d touched his body, it had been like going back in time.
Six-Word Stories
"In County": A new six-word story by Robert Olen Butler.
Poetry
Make haste, my love, I am redrawing the scale of escape.
iPoems
To get the job, always stay starched, creased to death.
Poem of the Week
When you are a father, want sons. There is some math in this.
Story of the Week
Part of my desire to be in London related to its writers.
Nonfiction
Those moments are all I want. I want a life of this. He sighs and I sigh.
iPoems
It’s raining concrete. I bite my grief wetly. Who will test these chains?
Story of the Week
The ashes of a human being are not ash. The body burns into wood.
Poem of the Week
you a ghetto dreamcatcher under my fitted warding ghosts
In Search of Celilo
I found these photos of Celilo Falls while doing research for an earlier story. . . .Story of the Week
“I want to stay in real yurts,” I said, “not yurts for Westerners.”
Story of the Week
Pushing by the man, he ran down the street towards the station.
Fiction
“Can’t you see Hemingway’s having breakfast with his grandson?”
Fiction
Divorced. Wife living with someone else. Pregnant with his child.
Nonfiction
“Happy? Nabokov died yesterday, we all move up a notch.”
Story of the Week
He’s an excellent student. It’s just that . . . he thinks ideas are real.
Winter Contest Winners
Blacked-out little angel, you shuffle home under the streetlights.
Story of the Week
She’d do anything once, to know what it was like.
Poem of the Week
Every room came furnished half-real & dead like mirrors on skin
Poem of the Week
The child writes, Child, and is amazed at this word on the page.
Poetry
Another year another almanac, a washed-out castle in the sand.
Story of the Week
Bad luck, like the white-scabs disease, can infect others.
First & Second Looks
Taylor measures every word, as if holding the world lightly by the throat.
Story of the Week
I was under a spell, those days. I had been ever since I’d first seen her.
Poem of the Week
Some longings appear so frequently they must be instinct.