Stories
Winter Contest Winners
Had I always known this would happen? There had been no signs.
Fiction
“Elohim, we lasted through all the shit of training, and now it’s over.”
Story of the Week
Tony’d had guns pulled on him more times than he had toes.
Poetry
I couldn’t love the tree in every soul shouldering its own tiny autumn.
Poem of the Week
Alva knows the storm is coming. The ground is falling away.
Poem of the Week
Desperately, children: I am in desperate need for desperate need.
Poem of the Week
She countered the reverence of his efforts stroke by stroke, tit for tat.
Poetry Contest Winners
Water the boxed dirt, and up she’ll push, rising in red-streaked blossoms.
Story of the Week
It is our first time, both of ours. This sentence ends with hate myself.
Poem of the Week
My father made me watch softball on ESPN 2 to help me stay alive.
Poem of the Week
If everyone’s lost on the roads, you might as well fly. Enjoy your life.
Story of the Week
At age eighteen, Deirdre packed her bags and moved to New York City.
Poem of the Week
I stand within her walls with not a shred of terror, not a word of jeer.
Poem of the Week
Lost land, this is a song for the scars on your back, for your blistered feet.
First & Second Looks
Heroic redemption relies on the revealing of one’s true hidden self.
Fiction
Karen was, in that moment, nothing, emptiness. She was oblivion.
Fiction
Love is trickling into Lady’s heart where usually there is only fear.
Interviews
I recoil from the certitude that religion can give a person; it’s horrific.
Poetry
Refuge, Your church is often a house. Your Word is a house.
Poetry
Waiting for a cure, waiting for the closeout sale, the black sail.
Poem of the Week
Underestimate the beauty in the world and spill coffee down your shirt.
Poem of the Week
Many times I’ve stood at the lip of this river and wanted to crawl in.
Poem of the Week
On your Desk—Oak Penshaft—Necklaced with Pearl—Iron Nib—
iPoems
In carved hearts—the artery, link that links but won’t spell it out.
