by P.C. Vandall
I am the housewife
in a house coat (more…)
The way my fist felt, pounding into Jared’s garage wall until the thin wood split, until my hand swelled and purpled. How you hauled on my arm and told me to stop, that everything would work out in the end. That we would fix it and move on. (more…)
Our son was born dead. (more…)
’bye, c-u, so long, ’later, toodle loo, hasta la vista, have a nice day, have a good one, ciao baby, cheerio, goodbye and good luck, take care, God bless, and see you later.
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.
10/19 • Lucy Zhang
10/20 • Helen Beer
10/22 • Donald Ranard
10/26 • Diane Gillette
10/29 • Marsha McSpadden