Fiction

Mrs. Weaver’s Weed

Again she saw this child. She squinted through the dusty slats of her front window blinds. The boy wore the…

Fiction

The Girl’s Piano

The girl, fourteen, sat at the piano in her pajamas. The wind outside shook the screens in the windows and…

Fiction

Narratology

The story’s been going around forever, but it always peaks after prelims, and there are whispers in the bookstores and…

Poetry

Shafina, the World is Made of Curry

my friend Shafina gets up, makes the curry for both her dying parents every day, a rote prayer red curry…

Poetry

Life

When James Wright wrote that he’d wasted his he was talking about ego. Rilke, too, considering Apollo, knew the game…

Poetry

Playdate

Becky’s mom is too religious but at least she lets us go to the park by ourselves—where two older boys…