“It is his last photo,/ but the camera keeps clicking/ every year without him/ in the dark lens.” Poem of the Week (September 9), by Mir Mahfuz Ali.
“Zeke threw the door open and stormed into the room brandishing a sawed-off shotgun… ‘You’re the one I’ve come for,’ he snarled. ‘The abortion doctor.’ ” Story of the Week (March 28th), by Mike Sheedy.
“the music began like a baby/ small faces (delicate fruit sounds)/ a terrible noise in the back room…” Weekend poem, by Mary Kasimor.
“Today I’ve become a writer again because it’s raining, and when it’s raining I can’t collect cardboard, because it’s raining.” Story of the Week (February 28), by Daniela Kapitáňová. Translated from Slovak by Julia Sherwood.