Stories
Poetry
The stones here carry the island’s low cry inside them. A landlocked grief.
Story of the Week
“I just moved here and I want to get a plot in the garden. What should I do?”
Poetry
To articulate sweet sounds together is to work harder than all these.
Classics
I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams.
Poetry Contest Winners
The animals are dying. All the beautiful women are dying too.
Poem of the Week
I’ll see you on the sea, they say, but then they float past on a raft
Graphic Stories
Since I am in my seventies, it is now or never, and I know it.
Nonfiction
Identify where you came from, where you are, and where you wish to go.
Short Shorts
All night the insects’ grinding jaws chewed through the darkness.
Poetry
He tuned the future backward as he left the ringing water to reclaim me.
Poem of the Week
L comes over & we walk turns around the block—this is what we’re allowed.
Poem of the Week
I want to say hold these harp strings steady atop the tallest summit.
Poetry
What if my mother could have been happy if I hadn’t been born?
Poetry Contest Winners
I sit next to a man I never loved but let kiss me wetly for two months.
Winter Contest Winners
“I’m torturing you,” she said. “It isn’t fair.” Now I saw there were tears.
Poem of the Week
I never knew that the song of the first summer cicadas could ease my hips
Poetry
Crows rasp from branches, scatter debris across unfinished plots.
Poem of the Week
Empty is a strange destination, like arriving at the end of the party.
Winter Contest Winners
Our life is fine as it is, she would say to him, and it seemed true.
iPoems
Always I obliged the urban tree, any speechless unblessed nature.
Poetry
At the memorial service, I could barely hear the student read.
Six-Word Stories
The author reflects on a soldier’s experience, in just six words.
Story of the Week
Mostly he was in a hurry, so he’d just stick it in and away we’d go.
Narrative High School Writing Contest
I want to be bright scarves, soft rain, seabirds pecking at receipts.
Story of the Week
The event was an accelerator. So much matter crashed, vaporized.
Poetry
Here is my aphorism of the day: Happy people are monogamous.
Poetry Contest Winners
Death is a lack, I suppose, and love more so. But I will not falter.
