Online Exclusives
12.26.06
Trail System
by Philip Pinch
I flush out a bird. It hops along a branch and swivels its head to better accuse me, lash me with its chattery invective, the user says when he first enters Trail System. [...]
12.18.06
Flood
Rain falls like needles, but Carla’s parents’ back porch, sheltered by a lean-to roof and enclosed by a tight green net, keeps us dry. I want to sleep outside, catch cold. [...]
12.11.06
Three Poems
by Jon Thompson
How the entire story is enjambed with color—
black, white, red & gold: holding existences in near extinction. [...]
black, white, red & gold: holding existences in near extinction. [...]
12.04.06
Can’t Stand It
11.27.06
Bobcat
by Kim Chinquee
I’d just turned thirteen. I was sitting in the hayloft. I liked sitting up there, looking. [...]
11.16.06
The Story of My Accident Is Ours
If I no longer exist, if in fact I may never have existed in the first place, then do I have a name? [...]
11.04.06
Three Poems
You didn’t satisfy to us, man from Australia,
in the magnetic field you acted like a she-kale.
Cuba squeezes out the blue snake. We hugged you. [...]
in the magnetic field you acted like a she-kale.
Cuba squeezes out the blue snake. We hugged you. [...]
10.09.06
Eight Experiments in Artifice
A barge passing below a bridge is an example of a green horizon free from the expectation of green. [...]
09.29.06
The Art of Comedy
We had all failed by then—failed as husbands, failed as lovers, failed as humanitarians, failed as despots, failed ourselves, failed the people we cared about, failed to remember what we should have remembered, failed to learn what we were expected to learn [...]
09.15.06
Before You Leave La Spezia You Must See the Church
by Joseph Starr
On the night of the couchette I asked her, in the dark whispers of an intimate space shared with strangers, were she sure he hadn’t displayed the least hint of a smile? the barest glint of a knowing tooth? [...]
09.08.06
To Be Taken
I am going to write a story called “To Be Taken.” It will be about a twenty-year-old girl. It will be ten pages long. [...]
09.01.06
Bather, Alone: An Essay
by Joni Tevis
Some cave naked for fear of contaminating the water they mean to study. [...]
08.23.06
Three Poems
by Sandra Meek
Each day an emerging
Ring of rib, definition Another pearl scimitar
Sheathed in fawn. The paradise of west is the sun [...]
Ring of rib, definition Another pearl scimitar
Sheathed in fawn. The paradise of west is the sun [...]
08.01.06
ZZ’s Sleep-Away Camp for Disordered Dreamers
Emma and I are curled together in the basket of the Insomnia Balloon, our breath coming in soft quick bursts. [...]
07.17.06
Two Poems
by Erin Lambert
If the landscape has a pattern then it begins with your wrist,
between the radius and the ulna where it finds the will
to consider the oak and the wheel before inhabiting your pulse [...]
between the radius and the ulna where it finds the will
to consider the oak and the wheel before inhabiting your pulse [...]
06.08.06
From The Twenty-Four Words for Snow
Above the Arctic Circle the sun sets and does not rise again for weeks. [...]
05.24.06
From Four selections from COLOR PLATES part 4: Mary Cassatt
by Adam Golaski
From an aperture she has made in the Venetian blinds she watches leaves fall. [...]
05.09.06
Traffic and Weather
it appears powerful
it is seen as powerful
and it will be powerful
but right now it does not change the surface [...]
it is seen as powerful
and it will be powerful
but right now it does not change the surface [...]
04.26.06
Four Poems
by Logan Burns
Upon the comal crop, winter, I separate what’s mine. Mimic me. [...]
04.19.06
Two Poems
by Brian Lucas
Thorny sky the possession enjoyment brings suspended in a circle of blue messages. [...]
04.11.06
Calavera
by Toby Olson
There are stories handed down through generations, not because children desire and are in need of them, but because their parents now understand them and can remember sitting at the knees of their own parents, listening to the telling. [...]
04.03.06
Two Poems
Take the sentence and divide out:
there were more pink flowers that were not hibiscus [...]
there were more pink flowers that were not hibiscus [...]
03.15.06
The Green Bird
by Juan Emar
This is what we should call this sad story. We will return to its origin, if there is anything in this life that has origin. [...]
03.07.06
Zoo Throes
We don’t start then. It’s an hour later, after snakes, after monkeys. Unless you do this and this and this now, now in capitals, I say, so kindly I kind of think. [...]
02.28.06
Three Stories
by Megan Martin
They were bored, highly irritated by the goings-on of the world, not to mention sick and tired of one another, so they decided to make Texarkana again. [...]
02.21.06
Her Purchase
by Dawn Raffel
Children in doorways, a bike in a yard—banana seat—rooms and rooms within each house. Somebody old is out on a lawn—a woman to judge by the shape of the body, but this is a guess. [...]
02.14.06
Five Poems
In the box there was no beginning and no end, but an openness stopped on all sides by the edges. [...]
02.07.06
Three Poems
01.31.06
Preamble
The bed recurs as a figure in certain burnings—the torches fixed to boards, for skeletons, and the boiling oil in pots, in urns, in bowls. [...]
01.24.06
Two Poems
01.17.06
Three Poems
As the premiere agent for the Anti-Misunderstanding Foundation,
I am the first to come ashore. The natives wade out to my skiff [...]
I am the first to come ashore. The natives wade out to my skiff [...]
01.09.06
From The Hour Sets
The researcher walks to the nine o’clock station and circles the cube, taking notes and making sketches. He removes a symbol from the cork and folds it neatly, slipping it into his pants pocket. [...]
