Stories
First & Second Looks
At times I feel like I can reach out and pull a star down from the sky.
Fiction
I imagined myself magnanimous, but now I see. I have been cruel.
Poetry
He drew on time, and space, he drew on his powers, and their sleep.
Readers' Narratives
Too small for crutches, Jacob needed me to carry him everywhere.
Poem of the Week
I will have to remember the man’s hooded eyes as he watches.
Readers' Narratives
I never prayed before. Since this happened I’ve been praying every night.
Story of the Week
Virginia surprises herself: she wants this warmth, wants skin and breath.
Poem of the Week
Lean close and kiss each other: dig down as far as down goes.
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It was a very strange dinner. I didn’t dare ask my parents questions.
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I made him love me. To feel abandonment—again.
Story of the Week
Instead of attunement, I was given a pair of size 6 Toughskins.
Fiction
No woman he’d ever been with responded so unmistakably.
Story of the Week
These men don’t ask me to remove my scarf, even though it’s mid-July.
Readers' Narratives
We had learned not to stare. In Las Vegas, this rule does not apply.
Poetry
What a noise it must have made long ago. It’s not just me saying this.
Poem of the Week
Tonight’s moon has dropped its shawl. I’m in the yard again, waiting.
Graphic Stories
I bought chips from the one open store, but can’t figure out how to eat them.
Story of the Week
You know that sex isn’t everything. It’s time to get a move on.
Story of the Week
My sister says, vicious as possible, “Don’t you dare try to protect me.”
Story of the Week
Frank Avery came into the kitchen. In his left hand he carried a .22 pistol.
Fiction
He was afraid he would be sucked into the world like this cousin had.
First & Second Looks
I felt a blush rise to my skin, the sense of being trapped, helpless, exposed.
The sounds of flies, wind, human voices and breaths mingle with the hum of a dog’s snore.
Poetry
The city is lit with all its lights. I’m up in the air. It is yes until I die.
