Students will look at you like you know something. Not in the typical whatever posture of undergraduate indifference, but rather in that you wrote that inquiry. Their wonder feels good. In a way it strikes you as a badge of honor, this questioning. Secretly, you appreciate the academic cred you’ve somehow garnered by encouraging characters who, like yourself, do slightly naughty things, offer inappropriate truths, routinely fail in their desires. (more…)
by Tasha Cotter
“…when a woman’s skin glows white.”
—Chiyo-ni, 18th century Japanese Poet
by Eric Otto
the last passenger
pigeon died (more…)
Notice: It is with a mix of regret and pleasure that I cover over the “lost dog” flyer stapled to this post. The reward money will not be given out. The lovely chocolate lab mixed with playfulness was never really lost. “Yippy” has a new home. My home. I am Nancy and “Yippy” is mine now, maybe not legally, but five hundred dollars is not enough for me to return him to the so-called rightful owners. (more…)
The waiting room is a like a vacuum chamber. The air so vacant, it draws the moisture from your tongue and lips, the silence so penetrating that you think you can hear molecules rustling against one another in the space between you and your spouse. He busies himself with his iPhone, and for the moment, he looks almost at home. (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