Stories
Poem of the Week
I take Saturday’s unpopulated trains, since there is no safety in numbers.
Fiction
He was regarded as a visionary and a fool in almost equal measure.
Poetry
Here we were, seventeen, trapped by the sheer number of bodies.
Fiction
Here is my father on the last day of his exceptionally long life.
Story of the Week
I pictured myself as a chart inside her head. Two sides: good and bad.
Poetry
Her voice smelled like an orange, though I’d never peeled an orange.
Story of the Week
I’ve made a rigorous effort. But it’s been hard, this hug embargo.
Story of the Week
I bought the gun after my therapist said he wouldn’t have sex with me.
Story of the Week
“Listen,” Mike said. “You’ve had a hard day. How about I drive you home?”
Story of the Week
I will never know what my mother guessed or didn’t suspect.
iPoems
I want to be rapt around your linger, not Thumbelina under your dumb.
Six-Word Stories
A political tragedy you won’t lose any sleep over, told in just six words.
Story of the Week
Writing at night just feels . . . sneaky. There’s an outlaw quality to it.
Poem of the Week
Through Joan’s window, my childhood. I want this view.
First & Second Looks
The illusion is so complete that it seems the world has been re-created.
Story of the Week
“People think Sean is a screwup. I want them to know him as I do.”
iPoems
My brother, only his son by the way he fixes his tie, blind-fingered.
Poem of the Week
All this while, I am eating the apple in this careless moment of life.
Story of the Week
People didn’t end marriages without warning, without second chances.
Story of the Week
“Your mom is awake,” I said. “You need to go in and see her.”
Poetry
Premonitions return to me like a carrier pigeon, disaster strapped to its leg.
Poem of the Week
My door overlooks a jade stream, the stillness of dawn drives cares away.
First & Second Looks
The girl repacked the tattered baggage of her personality.
Winter Contest Winners
To be married is to learn to love, captive in your own new country.
Story of the Week
They couldn’t go to the Manson family caves because of nuclear radiation.
Poem of the Week
Everything comes down to the lightning. Nothing is ever by chance.
