Online Exclusives
12.20.11
Greyhounds
When James bites his nails. When James kisses a woman. When James uses drugs. [...]
12.06.11
A Good Name for an Animal
by Marianne Jay
I love a thief. No particular thief. I love a thief in general. I love a thief the way I love a cup of tea, a winter storm, a house of cards. [...]
11.29.11
In These Times the Home Is a Tired Place
Only one dream the mother remembered: driving, dead bodies on the road, the word PAPER large and black on a billboard. [...]
11.01.11
The Agnostic Grappler’s Itinerary
by Sean Casey
An entirely unfamiliar older gentleman drove me across a bare countryside. [...]
10.04.11
Five Poems
One helped undo the rippled look of things beyond the pane. One called for writing on the pane. One seemed to aim at suffocation. [...]
09.27.11
Nine Poems
by Emily Carr
Hollereyed the moon tries on gas station, soda machine, locked/ toilet, linedried bedsheets, a caterpillar fording yard dirt. [...]
09.20.11
The Father and the Father
We turned and we turned and as we turned my father became one of the void-eyed horses that never stopped galloping. [...]
09.06.11
One Hundred Characters
Your brother, the first boy you ever kissed. Your sister, the first person your brother ever kissed. Your mother, who has never kissed anyone, to your knowledge, since the age of thirty-seven. [...]
08.30.11
The French Knew How to Wave
by Diana Wagman
“I want a cigarette.” You must say this with a French accent. [...]
07.19.11
Five Poems
07.06.11
Et In Acadiana Ego
When Father Desmond excommunicated Mathilde Benoit, denying her the benefit of the sacraments, he wrote an account of his complaint against her. [...]
06.21.11
The Commander Is Oppressed His Tongues
The commander visits his collection every day now. [...]
06.14.11
Three Poems
He certainly wasn’t thinking “the emancipation of dissonance,”/ as Schöenberg put it, slouched as he was, rumpled tie and all [...]
06.07.11
Players, Tawkers, Spawts
by John Domini
Listen, I’m not saying you don’t have a movie. Two girls and a guy and the Mars Rover, that’s a movie. Come tomorrow morning, you pitch that right, you won’t be riding this shuttle home empty-handed. [...]
05.31.11
Last Year at Schlangenbad
by Joan Harvey
These trips that begin on airplanes and end on airplanes. [...]
05.25.11
From The Kaleidoscopic Almanac and Seed Catalogue, with Notes
by Chris Hosea
Born to be. Under amplified sermons cliffs erode. All this they wrote out and folded before leaving. [...]
05.10.11
An Interview
Memoir, as it happens, is a very popular form in South Africa right now, especially because there’s this sense of unspoken history that’s being reclaimed at the moment. [...]
05.03.11
Eleven Stories
The candle was astounded to see the widow as she wept for her recently deceased husband. [...]
04.26.11
Four Poems
Bones wired for strength we are less gullible than a feast but more sturdy. [...]
04.10.11
Crickets
by Ian Goodale
Her hands began to run limping crickets over the wounds of the body before her [...]
03.25.11
Three Stories
by Kim Chinquee
After weeks away, and days on the road, I scan my studio apartment. [...]
03.18.11
Bite
by Kyle Winkler
Emily bit her baby. It started with the toes and the feet. The little pink baby feet. [...]
02.26.11
Two Poems
by Andrea Scott
Nights when the gates closed, the bullets shot,—
Song. And then a cry deeper. Hung at the wrists of night leaves. [...]
Song. And then a cry deeper. Hung at the wrists of night leaves. [...]
02.04.11
North Mozia
In 1997, The Foundation for Life-Prolongation Science calculated the average lifespan of first-generation Adrozians to be 120.3 years of age; many in the second generation are still living. [...]
01.25.11
The Flesh-Murmurers
The trees went away and the poles went away and the stop signs went away and the birds went away [...]
