Sometimes a yawp comes
from the marsh.
I fell asleep with a silenced phone and awoke to information I somehow knew the instant I picked it up. (more…)
The distance between death and mushrooms is sometimes spare. (more…)
I wish I could see my father dance again (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