We sat on a couch for wallflowers who sipped their drinks. She struck me as old-fashioned. Like she would have ridden a bicycle sidesaddle if she could. Outside, a blizzard banged at the windows. (more…)
The heart is a gas tanker truck (more…)
by Maureen Alsop
Her yellow slicker, the one that leaked, hung from the coat rack by the front door. Sarah was alone, the living room silent except for the spilling rain, its pitter-patter in the morning light, the streaks of water across the floor.
You said you wouldn’t. (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.
10/19 • Lucy Zhang
10/20 • Helen Beer
10/22 • Donald Ranard
10/26 • Diane Gillette
10/29 • Marsha McSpadden