“Be Quiet” by Brian McCurdy

30 April 2021 on Nonfiction

My son, Leo, talks a lot. From the moment he is fully awake in the morning, at the breakfast table in robe and slippers, to the moment he is back...


Three Poems by Simon Perchik

23 April 2021 on Poetry

*You wipe one stain against anotherreminding this napkin to start storing fatfor winter and the night ahead a quiet swipe, simple so its edgesslow down, are dozing offalready dreaming about...


First Lines and Last Words

21 April 2021 on Blog, Storystorm

First impressions matter when it comes to the way that a reader—or for that matter, an editor— enters a poem. If I am reading for pleasure, I decide whether to...


“Rhapsody” by Elise Gallagher

16 April 2021 on Fiction

Addy Baumann walked through the Boston Public Garden with her mouth closed tight against the zipper of a black coat she found at Goodwill. It was long but worn thin....


Writing Objects and Images in Fiction

07 April 2021 on Blog, Storystorm

Writing objects and images through the eyes and mind of a character can revolutionize a piece of fiction, opening up an emotional depth and connection to characters for the reader,...


“Going Home Party” by Sarah Bence

02 April 2021 on Nonfiction

When I arrived in France, I didn’t anticipate splitting a double cheese pizza with a Pakistani refugee in an Auchan grocery store. But refugee, I’ve learned, isn’t the right word....


“The Pie Lady” by Lowell Jaeger

26 March 2021 on Poetry

Her pie wagon steamed early mornings— far end of the fairgrounds —with smells of home-baked sweets. She chose me, of all the ride-jockeys, to drive with her for sacks of...


I Went to AWP and All I Got Was Some Great Advice

24 March 2021 on Blog, Storystorm

AWP, or Association of Writers and Writing Programs, is the hottest conference for writer nerds like me. In a non-pandemic world, this annual conference would be hosted in a sexy...


“The Hour Hand” by Simona Zaretsky

19 March 2021 on Fiction

Alexander had always wanted a dog, but his mother told him they couldn’t afford more batteries. “What about a rechargeable one?” he had whined. “I’ll pay for all the batteries...


“Do What You Will with My Mother’s Shalwar” by Maryam Ghafoor

12 March 2021 on Poetry

For every Khawaja I wear them without a kameez,not harem pants; these are the real thing.When I walk my mother’s neighborhood, all the white people stare, parttheir curtains, come out...


How Microfiction Could Transform Social Media

10 March 2021 on Blog, Storystorm

I’ll be level with you from the get-go: social media and I don’t get along. Beyond the avatars we create or the companies behind our screens collecting and brokering our...


“The Blue House,” an excerpt from The Blue House by Dawn Denham

26 February 2021 on Nonfiction

Until my first chigger attack, I walked barefoot across my expansive front yard to my mailbox atop a metal post. It takes time before the bites appear; when they do,...

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