Stories
Poem of the Week
No salt tears,
and a continent between her ashes and Father’s.
Poetry
He drowned under a different name, a fake name chiseled in German.
Story of the Week
It whispered a promise of great wealth, and I was listening.
Story of the Week
I keep my mother separate from my father. They seem fine with this.
Story of the Week
Sudden camera blurs, blackouts, audio hiccups, silences.
Poem of the Week
If all along we all had known the leaves we leafed would leave us
Poetry
Ideology, all of us inanimate in the face of the onslaught.
Poetry
Still it’s true I began as they did the ones she kept: newt-like moonish
Poem of the Week
I pass my hands over my eyes, mired by the miti-
gation of routine.
gation of routine.
Story of the Week
Of course the despicable wretch would beg her to forgive him again.
Story of the Week
“Come here, my good child; sing me Pergolese’s Salve Regina.
Photography & Art
My mother said a woman’s handbag is more private than her body.
Story of the Week
The school’s committed to an all-sterile facility by the year 2025.
Poetry
Love I know is the husk caught and throbbing under your gums.
Love Story Contest
A high roller gave her money to stay in his room for the weekend.
Poem of the Week
There’s nothing left to do but crush the garlic, check the water on the stove.
Poem of the Week
The cherry tree’s trance of petals tumbled bit by bit to the sidewalk.
Story of the Week
It is our nature to conform; it is a force which not many can resist.
Poetry Contest Winners
A painter dies of a heart attack before finishing a portrait of Churchill.
iPoems
The light from dead stars only exists in the minds of the living.
Poetry
Everything changed. And to our greater shame, nothing did.
Poetry
There it was, the urge to hurt one’s neck by craning toward the dazzle.
First & Second Looks
I looked at the check again and again, incredulous at the large sum.
Poetry
To enter the dust of their bedroom, to stand invisible on the plush carpet.
Story of the Week
Their marriage had dwindled to a separation and a running joke.
Story of the Week
I yell at the boys: “What are you doing! Are you out of your minds?”
