Here the opening salvo of our Spring 2014 issue.
We continue reading for the flash issue and are particularly interested in short essays discussing the form–who, what, when, where, how, and is it worth it after all. All views of the rise of flash are invited, pro and con. Also views of literary practice on the internet. Please give us the opinion and the explanation of the opinion.
We suggest you read Jane Ciabattari’s piece in the March 4, 2014 issue of BBC.com/Culture. If interested, please send your submissions to our site at Submittable.
We are preparing a flash fiction issue this spring. We have published what were then called short shorts since 1995 or thereabouts, and we’ve done a couple of issues of shorts/flash previously. Now we specifically invite submissions of flash pieces (near or under 1000 words, or maybe a few more).
The Winter Issue features work by Bob Hicok, Gerald Fleming, Jennifer Pashley, Pia Ehrhardt, Jane Armstrong, Bobbie Ann Mason, Jeffrey Allen, Simeon Berry, Allan Rossi, and others. Available from the main menu. Please help yourself.
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.” Click NWW, Fall 2013.
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.
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 Continue reading
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
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
Almost fifteen years ago, Lane bought a lake resort with her sister, Elsa. It was a wild thing to do. It was the sort of thing you did when the world was blaring around you, when everything seemed too real and impossible anyway and danger was familiar enough that you were tired of being afraid of it. Maybe some people would do drugs or cut off all their hair or go out dancing and bring home a stranger. Lane took out an enormous loan and bought a row of housekeeping cottages on 400 feet of lakeshore. Continue reading
A Red, Red Rose
When you shiver in heels, there is always the chance that you will fall in a hurry. I would like to learn the trick to not turning to confetti when dressed up. Until that time, which will no doubt be never, I will stick with these extremely unprovocative crêpe-soled shoes designed to prevent romantic encounters; they work, essentially, like helmets for the entire body (and soul, whatever that is). My mother did not avoid rock and roll, or heels, or the practice of unfolding her body (and maybe even her soul) in a flash, even when she had young children, even when she had old children. Continue reading
On Birds, Women and Fire
The goldfinch needs fire,
the cold slip of her flicks past
as soundless as a thought
lost to a question. But you,
you need water.
We’re working hard to finish up the summer issue of NWW. Starting now we have several new pieces online, with more to come.
Delighted to report that we’ve added a terrific new Jennifer Pashley story “Hearts” to the Spring issue, along with four wonderful pieces by Diane Kirsten Martin. And last but not least, an intriguing short nonfiction work by Tiff Holland. Click ‘em at right or drop down the drop down menu above. Note that sometimes that menu drops down, and sometimes not, depending on the “theme” being used. We change our “theme” sometimes, just so you know. Hygiene, etc.