Narrative Magazine

Narrative Magazine

Narrative Magazine is an online literary publication based in the United States, operating since 2003. Its main office is located in San Francisco.

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  • 1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

    after Langston HughesI was lost when they let me outJust my welding gunLost when they let me outJust my welding gunSo I went down to the shipyardWhere it all beganOh they pay me wellI make a small fortuneYes they pay me wellI make a fortuneAnd every other FridayMeet the surgeonSee the sparks all crazyWhere I arc the hullYes the sparks all crazyWhere I arc the hullOne day I’m gonna turn this lightAgainst my skullRead on . . .

  • 1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

    I rode the top of my mother’s musclecar stretched out toward Montauk. I drovefast & dangerous. I ate daddy longlegs that summer. My teeth turned to inkpooling in the gums. Anyone could have written it. Dipped into me. Anyone did. But I wasn’t anyone.

  • 1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Tom Jenks

    A Story Share Facebook Threads Reddit Forward Print Copy link The worst thing. Such a terrible thing to happen to a young woman. It’s a wonder she didn’t go mad. As she went about her errands, a cheerful, neat young woman, a wife, wearing pants with permanent creases and safari jackets and high-necked sweaters that folded chastely just below the line of the small gold hoops she wore in her ears, she imagined people saying this, or thinking it to themselves. But nobody knew.

  • 1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

    Neighbors, evicted, spin the bald tires of a pickup in the yard-mud, iffy load lidded with a futon. Then they’re gone, the lawn a not-lawn now and a box like a tiny hotel safe hangs from the doorknob. No one recalls being born or seems to long for what it was before memory finally gained purchase on the slick surface of a lot leased us by an agency too distant to drop a check, too anonymous to hold in a single idea. This is clear

  • 1 month ago | narrativemagazine.com | Mimi Kusch

    Share Facebook Threads Reddit Forward Print Copy link Your name is a sentence, the beautiful one has come. If my name were a sentenceit would beI make my own misery. Lady of two lands twohands two hearts. In this oneshe is kissingher daughter. In this one I amwonderingif some people are betterthan others. Better at tolerating each other. Already a reader? Sign In

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