
Roses and Daffodils
“I wiped the dried blood off the dog tag I’d unclipped from his neck, placed it in the hat and slid it carefully into the duffel bag…” Story of the Week (May 30), by Sarka Kocicka.
Read More“I wiped the dried blood off the dog tag I’d unclipped from his neck, placed it in the hat and slid it carefully into the duffel bag…” Story of the Week (May 30), by Sarka Kocicka.
Read More“The rotting yellow farmhouse/ always the same…” Poem of the Week (May 27), by Daniel von der Embse.
Read More“I flicked a farthing// to the best busker in all the universe and wandered/ home with rushing-watermill ears..” Weekend poem, by Adam Heardman.
Read More“His jealousy was aroused when an acquaintance hinted that she might be carrying on with a young man from Ricchwi, a village someway off. Thaan bullied and beat her when she returned.” Story of the Week (May 23), by Raj Sharma.
Read More“Listen to the murmur of the fish-woman in the wet market/ who speaks a dialect in which the word for thank you is a bow,/ sincere and deep.” Poem of the Week (May 20), by Jay Bernard.
Read More“I think of my own mother/ folded tight into/ her warm dark bed/ of Mississippi Delta clay.” Weekend poem (May 18), by Susan Castillo Street.
Read More“It was the night the pig mother ate her litter. The piglets screamed like human babies, hoarse and shrill.” Story of the Week (May 16), by Eliza Calvin.
Read More“When the hurricane hit, the water rushed backwards./ Black water bubbling up and out from the drain/ with a pungent stink…” Poem of the Week (May 13), by Loretta Oleck.
Read More“I see cracked brown hands/ pick a pair of amrood/ on two stems kissing like cherries.”
Weekend poem (May 11), by Yusra Amjad.
“I tried closing my eyes; to let the acid drive me inside to some space I had forgotten, a region of myself where the moon didn’t rise.” Story of the Week (May 9), by Santiago J. Sanchez.
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