Stories
Poem of the Week
It’s like listening to the snow falling before sticking out your tongue.
Fiction
Now all I was, all I had ever been, when it came down to it, was a tenant.
Fall Contest Winners
Overnight, somebody had dumped a dead pit bull in the trash bin.
Story of the Week
She weighed the cold shiny gun on her palm and let out a jagged breath.
Poetry
There is the ghost of a child in me. It longs to die, so afraid of living.
Poem of the Week
forget how to count starting with your own age starting with even numbers
Poetry
I was a skinhead in look and seem, a balding guy trying out the future.
Poem of the Week
You can dive still see half the Spanish castle, its stone pile a trap
Poem of the Week
The leaves repeat my fall in choruses more ancient than my own.
Photography & Art
The photo portraits express the unguarded essence of each author.
Poetry Contest Winners
I dream we ride together in a Subaru to the county fair.
Poetry
The before as strange as the after but beforelife isn’t a word.
Readers' Narratives
I could find a partner with no more effort than ordering Chinese.
Story of the Week
I don’t know who he wants to be, and it’s not because I haven’t asked.
Six-Word Stories
An ironic story about skepticism and education, in just six words.
Poem of the Week
Buckled by time and tides, the pier fails halfway to the deeps.
Fall Contest Winners
It was where salvation often lay in little more than a piece of duct tape.
Poem of the Week
By Wednesday morning I’d fallen in love with someone else.
Classics
The person was seeing his printed face superimposed over his real one.
Story of the Week
A nearly perfect guitar fell from the sky and landed in my mom’s azaleas.
First & Second Looks
It seemed to him that all he needed to be whole again was to die.
Poem of the Week
My husband collects bruises, counts how many rise above the skin.
First & Second Looks
A bunch of communists, that’s what they were—communists.
Fiction
I put my arm around Larry’s shoulders and ask him to pull over.
