Fall Issue


We’ve expanded the fall issue and will continue adding material through December 2014. The issue is selected and edited by Pia Ehrhardt, author of Famous Fathers (MacAdam/Cage, 2007). Her work has also appeared in Narrative MagazineMcSweeney’s and The Mississippi Review, and she was previously a Guest Editor at Guernica Magazine.

FALL 2014

New Issue


Click Summer 2014 or use the main menu. Note that we continue to read new material for the issue–fiction, poetry, nonfiction, anything else, whatever you have, short or long, so long as charming and brilliant–and we invite/encourage submissions.

Robert Shapard

A Note on Flash Fiction

A wonderfully short essay on the history of very short fiction. Must reading for all. Ed.

I like Jane Ciabattari’s piece, “The World Wide Web at 25: Changing Literature Forever.” It’s fun and informative—but she does make the mistake that so many people these days do, understandably. She assumes the Internet has caused the short story form to grow ever shorter with a flood of micro and flash fiction. It’s much truer to say the Internet has reflected the trend.

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Fall issue

The Fall 2013 issue of NWW is up with new work from Andy Plattner, Eric Pankey, Joe David Bellamy, Rose Hunter, Alfred Corn, Richard Mirabella. All that plus Quincy Lehr’s wonderfully abundant poem, “The Dark Lord of the Tiki Bar.”

Go to NWW Fall 2013.

Gary Percesepe

Notes From Buffalo, August 9, 2013

On March 7, 1965, the Sheriff of Dallas County, Alabama threw one of the most famous punches in American history, on the steps of the courthouse in Selma. The man that Sheriff Jim Clark punched in the face, C.T.Vivian, was named yesterday as a recipient of the Presidential Medal of Freedom.

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James Whorton Jr.

Notes on Don Quixote, Volume One

This morning a small possum was rescued by my wife from a swimming pool. He was a sad, wet, cold-looking creature with large, glossy eyes that were solid black. Who knows how he had wound up in the pool, but my wife discovered him on the top rung of the ladder, waiting I guess for someone to come and offer him a way out, which my wife did, using a net on a long pole, and then she helped him onto a tree branch, which he stepped onto unsteadily, clinging with his long toes, and then he looked all around himself in a stunned way, and then he walked further into the tree where we couldn’t see him anymore. Continue reading →

Jane Armstrong

Repurposing Your Big Box

Before you begin, you must divest yourself of sentimental memories of your grand opening.  The parking lot was full, cars circling, spilling out onto the surrounding streets.  The customers waited on the sidewalk for hours, sprawled on folding chairs, bundled in blankets, gulping big gulps. They nearly crushed one another when the doors first slid open.  Continue reading →

Claudia Smith Chen

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from Box City

1983, Houston, Texas. October­.  According to the Colonial Americans, this was the Hunter’s moon.  Trip found a big swath of velvet tucked away in Judy’s closet.  It was midnight blue.  “This is what the guy meant when he sang about blue velvet,” Trip told Nora.   They cut stars from cardboard and wrapped them in tinfoil, attaching them to the cloth, and sang By the Light of the Silvery Moon as he cut the crescent moon.   Continue reading →