Stories
Poetry
Our griefs perceive what we dismiss: the slight give of stage boards.
Poem of the Week
I know that hairs
on my head go singly gray only
by night.
on my head go singly gray only
by night.
Poem of the Week
We crunch through the snow in the predawn blue-black cold.
He tells me about the stars: Vega, Betelgeuse, Arcturus, Rigel.
Poem of the Week
I am struck by the otherness of things rather than their sameness.
Story of the Week
He sobbed; he said he would go to therapy, stop drinking.
N30B Winners
Boys called him Lorry Raja and imitated his high-stepping walk.
Story of the Week
He saw the car bearing down and gave it the finger, a snarl on his face.
Nonfiction
“We know what can happen,” Mike says. “We choose to do this.”
Poem of the Week
I did lose my dirty fingernails and ragged legs, my purpled forearms.
Story of the Week
He’s walking loopy, so I know he’s been had something besides beer.
First & Second Looks
“Just keep on driving and get us lost in the city. I’ll pay you.”
Story of the Week
Liz wore a brass wedding ring, and had no marriage certificate to show.
Readers' Narratives
We’d read the rules about what can get your kid suspended from school.
Poem of the Week
A suitcase of the body slapped with stickers of scars from every location.
Story of the Week
The library is inhabited by spirits that come out of the pages at night.
Story of the Week
“I love you” is always a quotation. You did not say it first.
Poem of the Week
The orderlies see him in the mirror and mistake it for his twin.
First & Second Looks
I’m not interested in love, or wealth, or fame. I’m not interested in me.
Story of the Week
Over the air conditioner, she hears, unmistakable, the bleating of a siren.
Poem of the Week
The cat was your cat, the bed your former bed, the moon the moon.
Fiction
Ralph’s children had believed Christine was just after his money.
iPoems
let me fall through some small bore into your tiny breathing eden
Poetry
Don’t send me home without a round of applause if not a title.
Fiction
A woman from the next table eyed him and he eyed her right back.
Six-Word Stories
Lovers, a new set of six-word stories from Elizabeth Benedict.
