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.
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Fall Issue
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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. -
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.
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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
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John Henry Fleming
Egret
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.
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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.
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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.
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Claudia Cadavid
Porcelain
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.
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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?”
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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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More More More
Let’s hear it for Dylan Smeak! Maron Tate! Paige Clark! Three new and splendid pieces added to this Endless Spring issue of NWW.
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3 New Pieces for Spring
Up today we have three new stories–Emily Eckart, Anna Hagen, and Karen Wunsch. More to come.
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Spring 2015
Curated/edited by Jared Hegwood, the Spring number starts now, including work from Andy Plattner, Alex Higley, Erin Armstrong, Nellie Aberdeen, Paul Luikart, P.J.Underwood, and Tracie Dawson, among others. Please stayed tuned.
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New Winter Pieces
We’ve expanded our holdings for the winter issue, adding new work by Andrew Rhodes, Ellis Purdie, Fortunato
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Winter 2015
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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
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Late Summer Reading
We’ve added new things for the summer issue. JoAnna Novak’s wonderful “Five Minutes with the Baby,” Zvezdana Rashkovich’s “How to Love a Man in Cairo,” and Richard Lange’s “Instinctive Drowning Response.”
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Chloe Poizat
A gallery of images by the French illustrator Chloe Poizat.
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Now Read This
Anne Gorrick Three Poems
Will Clingan Disappeared
Barbara Hamby Three Poems
James Robison The Late Style
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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