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Anthony Bromberg – The story of the woman who thought she wanted to be a river and turned herself into a puddle (and then back into a woman)
[...] It didn’t hurt to be stepped on or in, but she couldn’t help wondering about the little droplets that splashed away. Would those pieces of her be missing when she returned to human form - if she ever figured out how? [...]...
Libby Cudmore – The Second Time I Lost My Virginity
[...] For one second I consider his offer. I glance back at him, sitting on the edge of the bed in his Star Wars boxer shorts and instead of seeing the perfect life I saw at seventeen, I saw a life littered with fast-food wrappers and overdue bills,...
Phoebe Nir – Hairs
“Is there a cure for this… trichotillomania?” I asked. “Baldness,” boomed my father, entering the room....
Chris Dino – [we refused to pay for heat]
[...] do i look foolish standing here? / with one hand in my pocket, / with my scarf draped over my neck, / with a face full of a cold / 22 years of pretense?[...]...
Sarah Miniaci – Heart Attack
[...] Ooh la la, / annihilation. [...]...
Laura Bogart – Out of Plaster
[...] Angelina would learn that Janet didn’t ask for favors, she stated a truth that was disadvantageous to her, allowing you to suggest the favor. Then she’d thank you before you quite understood that you’d agreed to anything. [...]...
Brandon Roy – Busy Mom’s Suicide Note
[...] I left supper on the stove. You may want to warm it up. [...]...
John Myers – Streetlamps as Predecessors
[...] You are yellow / and studying / to be a sex object. / You are the full moon / waxing. [...]...
Sarah Estime – Father Life
[...] Father Cage was still in the tabernacle by the time I reached his office at the end of the hall. I was jealously impressed by how well he alienated humane hallucinations around him to devote the twenty minutes to silence. Even the content stude...
Ross Barkan – At the End of a Bridge Laughter
[...] They don’t dig graves on the Williamsburg Bridge. 11:35 pm, thirteen hundred miles from home, and one hundred and fourteen dollars to his name (twenty-four in his pocket), the Kid isn’t oozing riches but he is dripping blood. [...]...
Joseph Goosey – A Strawberry in Los Angeles
They'll find me clutching an unloaded automatic under the pier [...]...
Chris Castle – Feathers
[...] We walked in silence for the most part. Sometimes he would stop and point out the landmarks she had written down on the map; the church steeple, the war memorial. It might have even looked like an older and younger brother out on a field trip i...
Peycho Kanev – expectation
the end of my sleep is sneaking / between the light of the bulb and / the alcohol: [...]...
Maureen O’Leary Wanket – The Saints
[...] They all had saints’ names, Ben explained. His brothers Matthew, Mark, Paul. Himself, St. Benjamin of Persia. She looked up St. Lily in a book of saints. Surprised to find it. Lily of Quito. Lily of Madrid. [...]...
Elizabeth F.A. Meaney – The Class of 2009
[...] But our ribs clung to us in anxiety, anticipating us as / those curving urban squirrels, scratching pavement / bare of crumbs or coins [...]...
Courtney Brown – all the young punks
[...] never let a lover stay the night, never speak his name. [...]...
Wes Ward – Impatiens
[...] That night, / I snuck out the backdoor / and, with my hands, scooped / the dirt away from him. [...]...
Ariana Nash – Instructions for Preparing Your Skin
[...] Feel that someone has turned you inside out when Adam tells classmates about your conversations and your curling iron. Refuse to explain to friends why you receive the award “hottest masturbator” at a hazing event junior year. [...]...
Daniel Romo – Just Words
[...] We are in Connecticut. / Our house is not paid for. / And my fingertips stay still; / Because pseudo Kerouac rants / Can’t pay bills. [...]...
Edward Wright – hollywould
[...] i remember that denim june night / when we found aliens off of route 54 [...]...
Regan Payne – My Dog Thursday
[...] The way you somehow know the cable guy isn’t showing up, no matter what the idiot on the phone told you, he’s simply not coming. Not today, maybe never. Maybe the buzzer’s broken, you think. Then you call someone who won’t show up to fi...
Follow Xenith on Twitter
Each time a new piece is published, there is a new tweet. What's better than Xenith beamed directly into your cell phone? If you don't know what a tweet is, well, that rock must be pretty heavy. For your own wellbeing, you should follow xenithnet....
R. Kyle Norris – Fuck the Beats
[...] This is glamour, this is pop. This / is the scripture on the wall with all / our star crossed eyes to punctuate it. [...]...
Xenith Returns as a Literary Magazine
And you all were so full of doubt......
Coffee, Tea, and Dementia
Today, February 8, 2009, a date which will live in obscurity, the writing and editorial forces of Xenith.net met for the worlds first ever internet tea party. With a total of eight people present, it succeeded, and as the participants sipped their re...
Reminder: Tea Party Tomorrow, February 8th
Don't forget to stop by tomorrow at 12:00 p.m. central time with a cup of tea and some scathing yet humorous wit....
Finding Motivation (or Lifestyles of the Poor and Brilliant)
So far this week, I have attended two classes, read three chapters in various textbooks, written two articles (ok, the interview column doesn’t take much) and worked a whopping eleven hours at a job I can’t stand. That sounds like a lot of work,...
The World’s First Online Tea Party
Xenith hosts the world's first ever online tea party, even if it isn't the first....
Generational Succession (or, Our Plan to Take Over the World)
In biology, there is a term that describes what happens in an ecosystem as new species fill in the gaps and eventually inherit the land from the flora and fauna that existed in the space previously: Succession. The same word is used to explain a shi...
Xenith Critic’s Rewards Program: January 2009
Speaking from personal experience, this website works. My writing has improved greatly in the last three plus years and I feel that a lot of that is owed to my compatriots here at Xenith. Getting feedback on your writing is a very valuable thing, and...
