Stories
Poetry
poor Larry. you never asked to be raised from your tomb.
Poem of the Week
I’m a slave to the question what kind of music would ever dare leave you.
First & Second Looks
Then they pulled out their swords, and like two bulls they lashed.
Fall Contest Winners
I became a realist the moment they tied a brick to my balls.
Poem of the Week
These things once-living drift toward the stone more movingly.
Poetry
In the republic of pain, we bloom ice bags and crutches on limbs.
Poem of the Week
All afternoon it rains on the traffic outside my window. It’s nothing new.
Nonfiction
I came to computers while trying to run away from literature.
Poetry
I’m told that even during war, she took the time to put on lipstick.
First & Second Looks
I woke her up because having her asleep made me feel lonesome.
Short Shorts
“I have a sneaking suspicion that we’re the same person,” she says.
Poetry
First a mother puts her child to sleep, then the other way around.
Classics
After her divorce she took up with a cowboy named Wicks.
Poem of the Week
Left Behind climbed the Octopus Tree to find the source of fire.
Story of the Week
He can’t remember the last time they made love. It has become a game.
Poetry
the woman wiped her hands on her apron saying “lord these children”
Poetry
That is a building. That is a tree. That is a yellow car. That is a curb.
Fiction
No matter how hard I played, it was like I was performing inside a vacuum.
Fiction
He spoke of the river’s origins as though telling of the birth of a god.
Story of the Week
“It’s so unfair being accused of doing something you didn’t do.”
Nonfiction
The talk was heady, but the conversations were dead-ends.
Poem of the Week
Your voice on the phone, a gesundt in dein keppel you blessed my head.
Short Shorts
My first girl, only sixteen year and she go, she run away to you.
Poem of the Week
I know it’s a problem, that I prefer to think instead of live.
Poem of the Week
I slide my heart inside a folded sheet of paper and tape down the opening.
Poem of the Week
Another light is growing out of their shadows. You can hear it.
