On a dark afternoon of half-rain, Rampart planes old-growth redwood seeking the precise intersection between growth rings. This is how he holds the wood: he feeds it in flat and gets the hell out of the way. (more…)
We smoked from his father’s stash in the glove box of the truck, then showered, washing each other’s hair. The master bath had this antibacterial stone tile, and we sat in the rain for a long time.
Afterwards I stayed, drying my hair, using his mother’s moisturizers. (more…)
The lamp on the hallway armoire is unplugged, so the stairs leading up to the room are in darkness. As a result, we can’t remember the last time we went there. We don’t know why someone doesn’t simply plug in the light. Why we don’t. Perhaps it wouldn’t work. Maybe the bulb is burnt out. Maybe there’s no bulb at all. (more…)
Check out the write-up of the journal in The Writer.
Matter Press is now offering private flash fiction workshops and critiques of flash fiction collections here.
Poetry, creative nonfiction, and fiction/prose poetry submissions are now OPEN. The submission period closes June 15, 2020; submit here.
09/28 • Chidera Ihekereleome-Okorie
10/05 • Josh Jones