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Stories
Poem of the Week
The horse is in the air, her legs withdrawn, a diamond shape.
Poetry
These days I watch the world go by and do not breathe life into it.
Poem of the Week
I believe you get to see a sunset once. Death, well, I’ve lost count.
Poem of the Week
Grant had a lot of buttons on that coat—when he wore it.
Nonfiction
My wife had time to form a thought: I have killed my daughter.
Nonfiction
“What would Toby do?” is a question that often appears in my mind.
Narrative Taste
Dining at Bocuse wasn’t about food, but about pleasure in all its forms.
Story of the Week
He was tall too—that was part of the impression of big, of lots, of plenty.
Poem of the Week
In all the faded retellings of that night, there’s a lot he left out.
Poem of the Week
Then came “the sea of trouble” as he crumpled his bank statement.
Story of the Week
Cruelty is cruelty and you don’t ask why, you just hit first and hit hard.
Poetry
I take the box against my chest like a portal to my father’s heart
Story of the Week
The future of the book began to appear among imaginary woods.
Fall Contest Winners
He would sneak into my room, we would have sex, he would sneak out.
Poem of the Week
They’re still there since they never grew old. The story is never finished.
Story of the Week
What were the unsafe things to say even in a thirty-year marriage?
Poetry Contest Winners
There are parts of a man that are born again with each of his daughters.
iPoems
Someday you’ll understand, darling. Everyone will just—vanish!
Story of the Week
I must never go to the garden without a heavy stick or a corn-knife.
Readers' Narratives
A cold wind screams across the empty shelves of the fridge.
Nonfiction
Though I’ve never killed anything myself, I’ve been complicit.
Poetry
I keep dripping milk until I’m sitting in a pool of it, sticky, white. I can’t move.
Poetry
She was so happy they were going to save her from the city of Dallas.
Readers' Narratives
It is not surprising that her solo marathon did not turn out as planned.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
Even Medusa was beautiful once, before the sea, snakes, stone.
Any chimera is regal if you turn a certain way. Even Medusa was beautiful.