• Kevin Grauke ~ Five Poems

    John Cheever’s Cameo in The Swimmer (29:33–29:39)

    Incognito at the pool­side party,
    the gin-soaked wreck steps for­ward to greet you,
    his hearty and hale son. A dry kiss
    on your date’s cheek is all the frag­ile fool
    can man­age before you steer her away to chase
    more sun –more

  • Beth Hahn ~ Already Later

    The women who took shifts car­ing for Margaret wore tulip-pink scrubs, cardi­gans, and round-toed shoes that squeaked on the pol­ished floors beyond her room.

    How are you today Mrs.—” they asked, glanc­ing at the white board.

    Margaret could see her –more

  • Karen Regen-Tuero ~On the Corner of August and 19th

    I was on my way to the office one morn­ing, walk­ing up August Avenue, wear­ing my gray suit cut so nar­row I had to take short steps. With my pais­ley silk scarf tied in a bow, I sup­pose I looked like any oth­er bank man­ag­er in the city. I –more

  • Elizabeth Collison ~ Lydia’s Address Book

    Sometimes these days when I first awake, when the room is still dark and shad­owy, I find I do not always know where I am. I try not to let this both­er me. The home is still new, my lit­tle cell here is new. Not remem­ber­ing –more

  • Alan Rossi ~ Our Last Year

    Fall

    In the kitchen some­time before sev­en in the morn­ing, after wak­ing before sun­rise to the fig­ure of his three-year-old-daugh­ter, their youngest daugh­ter, pulling him out of bed by grab­bing his arm and say­ing, pull, pull, pull, –more

  • Open for submissions July 1, 2022

    NWW will be open for sub­mis­sions July 1–14. Please see our sub­mis­sions link above for details.

  • NWW Quarterly

    Dear Readers and Writers:

    Effective today New World Writing becomes an online quar­ter­ly. We will be pub­lish­ing four issues year­ly, accept­ing sub­mis­sions in the first –more

  • Elina Katrin ~ Spring Grace

    Born to a Syrian father and a Russian moth­er in St. Petersburg, Russia, Elina Katrin cur­rent­ly resides in Appalachia. She holds an MFA in Creative Writing from Hollins University, and her poet­ry has appeared or is forth­com­ing in –more

  • Anna Mantzaris ~ Night of the Living

    I once con­sumed 33 turkey legs in an evening. I was an extra, one of the flesh-eat­ing zom­bies, in the 1968 ver­sion of Night of the Living Dead. The cam­era pans in from a hill­side and there I am, gnaw­ing on what is sup­pos­ed­ly a human limb. Throughout –more

  • Sandra Kolankiewicz ~ Three Poems

    LiLi Fre on Tears

    She doesn’t care the man she turned down for
    being so self absorbed is now famous.
    What she remem­bers is he brought himself
    to tears, think­ing if he cried, she’d give in.
    He chased her hair and ass and the little
    scar –more

  • Richard Weems ~ First Day Back

    In the last moments before wak­ing, Keli was a tour guide at a sheep-shear­ing plant. During a shear­ing demon­stra­tion for sev­er­al fam­i­lies, the adults broke away to tin­ker with a row of rust­ed back­hoes. Keli knew she’d get –more

  • Carolyn R. Russell ~ Alphabet City

    I had just arrived in Manhattan and was still wary of the sub­way, espe­cial­ly ones that scur­ried under­ground beneath myth­ic neigh­bor­hoods that I didn’t know, couldn’t imag­ine; I wasn’t only new in town, but had nev­er –more

  • Cheryl Snell ~ Tracking Time

    So the oli­garchs want their own space race? The old, when young, were actu­al pio­neers. They came from every­where to set­tle new land and some­times they got lost. My own great- grand­par­ents once plant­ed the American flag on –more

  • E.N. Walztoni ~ Heart of Ohio

    I looked into the sun that came through the glass door of the Beauty House and did not think about any truth while I wait­ed for my grandmother’s perm to set. No one made small talk with me in the plas­tic wait­ing chairs. –more

  • Sarah Freligh ~ A Brief Natural History of ‘Law and Order’

    Tuesday you’re the girl who was raped and stabbed and stuffed into trash bags with­in eye­shot of two exec­u­tive high ris­es on the Upper West Side. The trash bags will lead Briscoe and Green to a sus­pect, a parks employ­ee whose –more

  • Beaver West ~ Slime Time

    Uncle Biff ordered
    five five-gal­lon buckets
    of slime
    and a sack of rainbow
    cap­sules from a Chinese
    cat­a­log. A rack
    of quar­ter machines were dumped
    in the creek behind
    Bowl-a-Rama.

    Bernie says I can post
    them up in the vestibule,”
    goes –more

  • Francine Witte ~ Just Another Road Trip Story

    Throw in a woman. Throw in a man. Throw in a broke­down Chevy. Throw in a body in the trunk.

    Throw in a gas sta­tion. Bramble and brush. Hopper pumps and rat­tlesnake shiver.

    Throw in the hot armpit sun.

    Throw in the woman’s hus­band, –more

  • George Singleton ~ I Cannot Escape Diogenes

    Finally, after I got my offi­cial dri­vers license and could dri­ve at night, my friend Randall Meeks’s father hired me out to tough­en his son, or at least get the boy inter­est­ed in some­thing oth­er than musi­cal the­atre. –more

  • James Kangas ~ Five Poems

    The Incident

    The neigh­bor­hood seems most­ly safe, although
    at night one can often hear a lot of gunshots.
    At least there hasn’t been a dri­ve-by shoot­ing today,
    no police cor­don­ing off the block, ask­ing all
    the neigh­bors what they saw and –more

  • Meg Pokrass ~ Three Flash Fictions

    Ethel’s Pot Belly

    A beguil­ing, hat-wear­ing woman of forty, Ethel once liked the way she could appear skin­ny or roly-poly to oth­er women, depend­ing on how hos­tile they seemed. The slope of Ethel’s pot bel­ly was so flex­i­ble –more