Fall Issue

We’re pleased to have our Associate Editor Kim Chinquee selecting and editing the Fall 2015 issue of New World Writing. Kim has already taken several pieces and will be reading through the middle of December at least, so keep the work coming. To read the first few pieces click Fall 2015 here or in the main menu above.

Pia Z. Ehrhardt

I Wanted To Sit Closer

On a cold morning in January, my father showed up on our front porch. He said he was in town for a haircut; there was a salon he and his second wife went to in Bucktown, a neighborhood that hadn’t flooded. My husband and son and I had just returned to New Orleans to live together again under one roof. Continue reading

Sara C. Thomason

The Knowledge Center


In Kuwait, me and Mark go to work with Mom.  Every night at six, she brings us to class so we can watch her teach English to young businessmen.  She likes the fact that she’s in charge of the conference room.  The Arabs have to keep their eyes on Mom or she’ll kick them out, and Mark thinks that’s funny.  I’m the opposite.  I don’t like the way they stare at her when she sucks on the end of her pen, or how she flashes bits of her bare shoulder when she turns around—but I don’t complain.  The new motto of this family is: We’re here, so get used to it.  That is what I’m doing.   Continue reading

About the Fall 2015 Issue


We are pleased to report that Kim Chinquee, author of Oh, Baby and Pretty, and particularly well known for her exquisite flash fictions, will be editing the Fall 2015 issue of NWW. We are accepting submissions now at our Submittable site, reachable through the link in the top menu.

John Henry Fleming


Frank took up golf when he and his wife moved to Lost Lakes Preserve three months ago. He hadn’t broken ninety, and today looked like the day. He’d covered the front nine in 44, chipped in for birdie on 11, and holed a thirty-footer for another birdie on 14. Standing now on the 16th tee, he knew he had only to bogey his way in for an 89—a small thing, maybe, but he understood that the small successes were the only ones left to him. Last year he’d finally been promoted to president of his ad firm after being bypassed again and again for younger candidates with new ideas, or older candidates with more experience, or stronger leaders, or better consensus builders—always someone else. Now he’d finally reached the top of his small regional agency, and there was nowhere else to go unless he was willing to sidle his way into one of the nationals, which would also mean a temporary step backward for the promise of something better. At 58, he’d keep the sure thing, especially when the sure thing had given him and Jeanne the means to build their dream house on one of the last remaining golf course lots at Lost Lakes. Continue reading

Doug Lawson

The Night Witches

Months before the fire—the big one that cuts up through the homes in our hills like a plane through a flock of doves—I see Rochelle in the street. It’s a Sunday. She has her hand in some guy’s pocket. Her hair is paler than I remember it, and it hangs down around her face like she still cuts it herself. She is tanned, broken-in, like she’s been living outdoors all these years. Continue reading

Kate Axelrod

So Long

Ana grinned as she walked toward him, weaving her way through the heavy traffic of Canal Street. Michael smiled and pretended to look something up on his phone. It was late May but Manhattan felt like a desert that day; blinding sunlight and a dry, brittle kind of heat. Continue reading

Claudia Cadavid


She, who never asks for anything, pointed to the display case and said, “I want this.”  It was a porcelain Christmas figurine, nothing short of a glazed monument.  As a centerpiece, it would overtake most of a dinner table.  Santa Claus was sculpted into a Mexican cowboy, with spurred boots, sombrero, and a black mustache.  Mexican Santa sat high on a blanket saddle and held the reins of a red-nosed burro, lifted onto its hind legs, triumphantly carrying them to the North Pole.  Like all Santas, his cheeks were ruddy and his smile jovial.  Cargo hung off the burro’s flank, bulging with dolls and other children’s toys.   My father bought it for my mother immediately, because she had asked. Continue reading

Stephanie Leary

Future Mistakes

Raisa Kolbe cast a worried stare through the glass partition at the only swaddled newborn not crying.  Baby Boy Arturo’s eyes focused on the ceiling as if he were sending up his prayers before the inevitable happened.  Raisa tapped on the glass in an attempt to rouse him but only succeeded in garnering the attention of the nurse.

Raisa pointed to the baby and mouthed, “Is he okay?” Continue reading

Summer Issue Has Arrived

A special issue edited by James Whorton, the Summer 2015 number begins now. Please stay tuned. We will be posting this issue between July and October 2015.


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