She thinks about their arrival. They’ll unlock the door. She panics a little when she can’t quite picture the apartment.
POEM OF THE WEEK
POEM OF THE WEEK
Sonnet, After Alfred Hitchcock’s Rebecca
By Jenna Le
You get a hankering to be the portrait: to wear the ruffled off-the-shoulder gown the lady in a painting wears, to drown in tulle.
NARRATIVE PRIZE—FINAL WEEKS
NARRATIVE PRIZE—FINAL WEEKS
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
Chechnya
By Anthony Marra
After her sister, Natasha, died, Sonja began sleeping in the hospital. She returned home to wash her clothes a few days a month, but those days became fewer and fewer.
FICTION
NARRATIVE OUTLOUD
FICTION
FICTION
Boulder City
By T. C. Boyle
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.
NARRATIVE OUTLOUD
NARRATIVE OUTLOUD
Bullet in the Brain
By Tobias Wolff
“I just think it's a pretty lousy way to treat your customers.”
“Unforgivable,” Anders said. “Heaven will take note.”
FALL CONTEST WINNER
NONFICTION
FALL CONTEST WINNER
FALL CONTEST WINNER
Suzuki Method
By Jen Lue
“I heard she hits her when she misses a note,” Madeline says. “That’s where she got that funny-looking blotch on her face.”
NONFICTION
NONFICTION
Tilting at Windmills
By Dean Rader
There was a structure off on its own that I would pass from a distance. I could not see it well, but from what I could tell, it was the ugliest sculpture in the history of art.
POETRY
POETRY
POETRY
POETRY
Hard-Boiled Mystery
By David Grubin
This father who found pleasure in hardboiled dicks, half-clad dames, and misogynist jokes, which my mother shrugged off because she was the boss and he knew it.
POETRY
POETRY
That Spring
By Lo Naylor
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.
OUTLOUD
MORE NARRATIVE
OUTLOUD
OUTLOUD
Mooncakes
By Helen Gu
What’s forbidden
packed onto her tongue like lotus paste: a body
waiting for the darling blade, the washed-down moonlight
gnawing at her stomach.
MORE NARRATIVE
MORE NARRATIVE
The Poetics of Place
By Various Authors
Places we have been can evoke rich memories—of a loved one, a period of pain or learning, a whole lifetime. In these poems, the writers evoke the connection between place and heart.
LEARN!
LEARN!
LEARN!
Best Advice
By Janet Burroway
I learned that writing is an enchanted and subversive activity that exempts you from the rules. The enchantment and the subversion are real; the joy of them is real.
Letters to a Young Writer
By Julianna Baggott
I can only truly devote myself to the relationship I have with the page, with my characters. My success or failure there—that is mine. That I own.
RECENT AWARDS
CARTOONS
RECENT AWARDS
RECENT AWARDS
Read the works of some of the remarkable Narrative poets and writers whose recent works have received notable distinctions.
CARTOONS
CARTOONS
Cartoon Art Volume 2026-02
By Various Artists
A fresh batch of hilarity by Kendra Allenby, Pat Byrnes, Anika Orrock, P. C. Vey and Teresa Burns Parkhurst.
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