Nonfiction
Nonfiction
Six other guests smoked Marlboro Lights, and ashtrays filled up.
Story of the Week
I look on Britain as a new world, which it is almost madness to invade.
Classics
I lost myself in their minds: for the moment I actually became them.
Spring Contest Winners
I wait for the one thing that will change my life to arrive in the mail.
Nonfiction
If you want to know what to write, ask yourself what obsesses you.
Spring Contest Winners
We chose to stay in the brutality of that night, even as the girls walked away.
Fall Contest Winners
I hear myself giving advice in my father’s voice: Take the emotion out.
Nonfiction
What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.
Narrative Taste
This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.
Story of the Week
Taller than most women, Sojourner Truth seemed to rise a little higher.
Story of the Week
Young people have a gift for reviving freshness of language.
Nonfiction
If you let me live, I will buy you beer whenever I see you in town.
Nonfiction
These adventures taught me that writers are flawed human beings.
Nonfiction
Buster’s reasons for looking after Marco weren’t entirely altruistic.
Nonfiction
Trump reminded me of the guys I grew up with on Long Island.
Narrative Outloud
He would write a poem on one page, but it might take him months.
Story of the Week
We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
Essays
Ike’s voice left behind on the shore as Tina plunges in again.
Story of the Week
The leaves of the olives were made entirely of night, as if cut out of skies.
Story of the Week
I am visited daily by unrelenting spirits evoking my accumulated flaws.
Story of the Week
Again, nature has written a good script. The skunk saga will continue.
Story of the Week
No poet, no artist of any art, has his complete meaning alone.
Story of the Week
When the population was whiter, they fawned over the Korean.
Story of the Week
With cane in hand I felt a twinge of superiority to the crutch people.
Story of the Week
They retire for the night, he to his bedroom and she to hers. What of it?
Nonfiction
I drank every night until late and drew earth-shaking conclusions.
Story of the Week
They rose before us under a halo of lights like figures in a shrine.
