STORY OF THE WEEK

STORY OF THE WEEK

The Storm By Thomas Hardy

The Storm

Apparently there was to be a thunder-storm, and afterwards a cold continuous rain. The creeping things seemed to know all about the later rain, but little of the interpolated thunder-storm.

POEM OF THE WEEK

POEM OF THE WEEK

Kronos By Joshua Mehigan

Kronos

If there are two and if they’re unaware that I am there, they meet each other in the passage, pause as if exchanging news, then go their own ways home.

FINAL DAYS TO ENTER

FINAL DAYS TO ENTER

FINAL DAYS TO ENTER
The $5,000 Narrative Prize is awarded annually for the best short story, novel excerpt, poem, graphic story, or work of literary nonfiction by a new or emerging writer.

Deadline: April 30, at 11:59 p.m., PST.

PAST NARRATIVE PRIZE WINNER

PAST NARRATIVE PRIZE WINNER

Quiver and Other Poems By Paisley Rekdal

Quiver and Other Poems

What do we do with memory, do we burn or do we embellish it, do we study it like the elk projected onto the archery studio screen?

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

FICTION

Boulder City By T. C. Boyle

Boulder City

Four words—Your mother passed away—coming at him from the realm of anonymity, the lips of a stranger speaking through the inert slab of a phone hundreds of miles away.

FICTION

FICTION

The Red Shoes By Lavanya Vasudevan

The Red Shoes

We thought for a long time that it was only a child’s exuberance, the kind most of us had left years behind, the irresistible desire to jump and run, even in a sacred space.

HIGH SCHOOL CONTEST WINNER

POETRY

HIGH SCHOOL CONTEST WINNER

HIGH SCHOOL CONTEST WINNER

No, but I once got very close By Michelle Li

No, but I once got very close

That was the year I kept talking to myself: I am good I am good I want to be loved. By you, I mean.

POETRY

POETRY

Monologue of a Ghost By David Mason

Monologue of a Ghost

I stood in laced boots. My foot felt strong. I had that feeling of being young again, immortal, wearing a magic war shirt.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

That Spring By Lo Naylor

That Spring

spring came all the same. announced itself like a woodpecker on bark. my heart barked in my chest. each morning, I didn’t dare go back to sleep—couldn’t bear to wake twice.
What My Father Taught Me about the Snow By Chelsea Woodard

What My Father Taught Me about the Snow

Rest your left wrist lightly on the steering wheel to guide the car, because in this plummeting weather there is nothing to do but lean in.

CARTOONS

GRAPHIC STORY

CARTOONS

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2026-04 By Various Artists

Cartoon Art Volume 2026-04

Enjoy the humor of Suzy Becker, Kyle Bravo, Pat Byrnes, Kaamran Hafeez, and Dan Misdea.

GRAPHIC STORY

GRAPHIC STORY

My Father By Shannon Wheeler

My Father

In 1967 he adopted an Open Land Policy: anyone who wanted could come and live for free.