In the nightmare I find my toddler face up in a shallow pool. Her wide eyes haunt me. (more…)
Little Lamb was the size of a peanut (more…)
The first time I saw a swastika, it was carved into the forehead of beautiful women who were smiling, leaning into one another as they sat on a sidewalk. (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