STORY OF THE WEEK

The Lantern-Bearers By Robert Louis Stevenson

The Lantern-Bearers

By Robert Louis Stevenson
His life from without may seem but a rude mound of mud; there will be some golden chamber at the heart of it, in which he dwells delighted.

POEM OF THE WEEK

Pig Shit Cannon By Jon D. Lee

Pig Shit Cannon

By Jon D. Lee
We witnessed our town not as the whole we’d thought but a series of fault lines just below the polish and held in place by the loosest of binds.

WINNERS AND FINALISTS

Congratulations . . .

Congratulations . . .


to Kartikeya Shekhar, Peter Bradbury, and Doug Ramspeck, the top three winners, and to all the contest finalists.

See the full list here.

FROM THE LIBRARY

English By Yusef Komunyakaa

English

By Yusef Komunyakaa
When I was a boy, he says, the sky began burning, & someone ran knocking on our door one night. I heard a girl talking, but they weren’t words.

FICTION

NONFICTION

FICTION

The Rooms By Susan Minot

The Rooms

By Susan Minot
What she wanted, she found herself saying before the sob choked her, was to be able to live—not just with another person, but with herself.

NONFICTION

The Measure of All Things? By Hal Crowther

The Measure of All Things?

By Hal Crowther
There are mornings, not few enough, when I feel like burning my birth certificate and resigning from the human race.

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

POETRY

Fire Emblem By JP Allen

Fire Emblem

By JP Allen
Autumn to autumn, I hold your face in cardboard under my bed till I place it on my paper altar for the Day of the Dead. Well. Most years I forget.

POETRY

Rasam and Beans Curry By Supritha Rajan

Rasam and Beans Curry

By Supritha Rajan
When I raise a spoon of beans roasted with coconut to my mouth, what I see condenses to a series of images.

POETRY

The Reader in Quarantine By Sharon Olds

The Reader in Quarantine

By Sharon Olds
The reader was no longer fifty, or sixty. She did not really think of herself as an old woman, though she called herself one.

POETRY

POETRY

CARTOONS

POETRY

The Loneliness of Fireworks By Zhai Yongming

The Loneliness of Fireworks

By Zhai Yongming
Fireworks and bar girls all dance in revelry before they subside, in the end, into loneliness. Anyone can go wild in this moonlight.

POETRY

Home Is a Verb of Motion By Grace H. Zhou

Home Is a Verb of Motion

By Grace H. Zhou
On a bald knoll, circled by on-ramps and overpasses, weathering and weighted is a concrete behemoth for the gods of want.

CARTOONS

Cartoon Art Volume 2024-04 By Various Artists

Cartoon Art Volume 2024-04

By Various Artists
New laughs with a modest matador, some fashionable wishes, a new approach to exercise, the fruits of hard labor, and more.