Stories
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Editors' Note
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Fiction
Edward the Funny didn’t have much to laugh about in his midthirties.
Story of the Week
I’m on the verge of a breakdown. So I might as well have another child.
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One who has suffered enough, you can love yourself to death.
Poetry
I can remove my hand the second it becomes too much for me.
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“You see,” Sister Elba said, smiling, “you should never doubt him.”
First & Second Looks
The thing that illuminated him might have been guilt or outright lust.
Story of the Week
Eleanor was the first normal person my brother, Nick, ever dated.
Poetry
I screamed every word and waited for the stones to answer back.
Poem of the Week
She stared back at me, a toddler almost hidden in the folds of her skirt.
Poetry
I have to wait till day to tell you that you’ve sunk down below sea level.
Poetry
Her songs, her records—I entered them. I jumped in and out of myself.
Poem of the Week
He took off his clothes and left them on the living room floor.
Story of the Week
The rich man adorns himself and the elegant man gets dressed.
Story of the Week
She came from the most worthless of all classes—the rich.
Readers' Narratives
I felt the terrible paradox of grief in the midst of celebration.
Poetry
The signal’s too remote and there’s a delay before we can start again.
Story of the Week
The blade was buried to the hilt in the outside corner of his left eye.
