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The Tartarus of Maids by HERMAN MELVILLE

Immediately I found myself standing in a spacious place intolerably lighted by long rows of windows, focusing inward the snowy scene without.

At rows of blank-looking counters sat rows of blank-looking girls, with blank, white folders in their blank hands, all blankly folding blank paper.

11 January 2007 | fiction, short story, classic

 

Historiography for the Body by ALLISON TITUS

What I keep of you I keep in my stomach


where it is easiest to feel empty,

easiest to feel full.

2 June 2004 | poetry

 

Monody on the Death of Chatterton by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE

Now prompts the Muse poetic lays,

And high my bosom beats with love of Praise!

But, Chatterton! methinks I hear thy name,

For cold my Fancy grows, and dead each Hope of Fame.

11 September 2007 | poetry, classic, rhyme

 

Stigmata by SUSAN SETTLEMYRE WILLIAMS

Curious are the ways

holiness is achieved (that freezing

and melting point, that instant

when your perfect attention changes

and unchanges you or the world) and unforeseen

the consequences.

2 January 2007 | poetry, editors' select

 

Ficus: A Tragic Love Story by LAURA RODERICK

When I first bought my plastic ficus he was small, about as high as my knees. The bottom half of him was buried in a plastic, earth colored pot that looked heavier than it really was and there was a bed of faux-moss covering his lack of roots.

I wanted him for my home office because I was missing summer in the middle of November. He had been dumped onto the sale shelf and I saw him and knew that it was meant to be. His glossy leaves reflected the fluorescent lights in a way that was perfectly unnatural and completely beautiful to me.

20 August 2010 | fiction, short story

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