• Nathanael O’Reilly ~ Five Poems

    Santa Maria Maggiore

    Soldiers with machine guns stand guard out­side the Basilica,
    check vis­i­tors’ bags for weapons. Pilgrims and tourists arch
    necks back to gaze upon majes­tic ornate ceil­ings inlayed
    with gold. Forty flut­ed mar­ble columns ges­ture towards
    –more

  • Andrea Lynn Koohi ~ Going Down

    On floor six the ele­va­tor doors opened and I saw that a man was already inside. I looked around for signs say­ing two was too many, but he moved to the side so I fig­ured it was fine. I tucked myself into the oppo­site side and we rode down togeth­er like –more

  • Steve Passey ~ Three Pieces

    Fair of Eye and Fiery-Souled

    The heart only loves once and it only longs for one alone. When that is gone all that fol­lows is epi­taph, love made from mem­o­ry of love, love made from what was good about love, love restrained at the edge of that lim­it­less fall. No one looks into –more

  • Francine Witte ~ Spaghettiville

    It starts when his moth­er tells him he’d be hap­py liv­ing there. That she’s tired of mak­ing the same thing for din­ner every night.

    It con­tin­ues how he wakes up, stringy strands of pas­ta curled up around his chest, his legs, and else­where. He likes –more

  • Michael Malan ~ Four Microfictions

    Protestors

    On cable news, pro­tes­tors are talk­ing to reporters, com­plain­ing about how much mon­ey the rich have stashed away in their stock port­fo­lios. “I work at Walmart,” says a young man from Kentucky. “I make $10.75 an hour.” A woman is hold­ing –more

  • Steve Gergley ~ Two Micro Fictions

    1. What Remained After the Explosion

    Following the third explo­sion on the third island in three years, Dunbar and Pike went alone to assess the dam­age. There they found a flood­ed crater of silt and pow­dered glass in the place where their nitro­glyc­erin pro­cess­ing plant used to be. Walking –more

  • Anthony Gomez III ~ Greta Garbo Gives Birth to Cats

    Garbo won­dered if this is how a den­tist falls in love.

    No, the woman at the door’s teeth were not obscene­ly white, they were not entire­ly straight, and they were not devoid of prob­lems. The teeth pos­sessed a slight lean. A slight yel­low­ing scarred –more

  • Sarah Freligh ~ Skinny Dip

    We do it on nights when the stars hang low and heavy, ripe fruit in a black bowl of sky, nights when we’re so stoned we make bets about when the stars will fall on us. We’re always stoned, so what? The guy from Detroit is the first to take off –more

  • Chelsea Voulgares ~ Lost & Found

    I’d been wan­der­ing the mall for hours, so I vis­it­ed the man at the Lost & Found. I’m miss­ing my friend, I said.

    You can see we don’t have any adult women here. He ges­tured toward the met­al racks of –more

  • Sandra Kolankiewicz ~ Three Poems

    Day of the Dead

    We know by now you could still call, tap that
    low land­line volt­age to let us know we
    can let go of you, lay you in that basket
    of rush­es that floats away in our minds,
    finds you liv­ing with a pharaoh until
    you return to –more

  • Please Note

    New World Writing accepts sub­mis­sions the first two weeks of each month. Work received out­side this peri­od will be returned unread.

  • Philip James Shaw ~ prepositions for elijah

    [ prepo­si­tions no. 1 decem­ber 2 twen­ty nineteen ]

    In the tra­di­tions of many, 

    chairs are left emp­ty for a patron, set for a par­tic­u­lar saint that our reli­gions call for in our most spe­cif­ic of moments, –more

  • M. Athar Tahir ~ A Wrestler’s Quartet

    Sonnet XCVII

    Soon after the call to pre-dawn prayers
    We lads of the neigh­bour­hood gath­ered at
    The dirt-pit to car­ry out our labours.
    First the soil was raked for peb­bles that

    Could injure. Then pulling logs and running,
    Sit-ups with neck heavy with a stone –more

  • Myna Chang ~ Like a Starward Rocket

    Ten-year-old Albert Rodriguez sat crossed-legged on the floor, as close to the tele­vi­sion as his teacher would let him. It was 1969. Men walked on the moon and lit­tle migrant boys were allowed to watch tele­vi­sion in the school library dur­ing lunch –more

  • Lisa Berglund ~ Two Cape Cod Poems

    Newcomb Hollow

    By unspo­ken accord, at Newcomb Hollow
    We always turn to the left
    And head past the outliers
    To where the last tide leaves the beach sand-swept.

    For forty years, our eyes scanned the narrow
    Lines of weed and driftwood
    As we walked, heads –more

  • Kathryn Silver-Hajo ~ Saturdays At The Souk

    (After Chaibia Talal “Souk,” 1990)

    Since Fatma and Zaineb turned four­teen, their moth­er let them go to the mar­ket alone. They knew Mama want­ed to rest before mak­ing a big lamb and veg­etable tagine for din­ner and it was a chance for them to slip –more

  • Stuart Ross ~ The Zionists

    The new­ly­weds laze on their sec­tion­al, watch­ing sea­son eleven of Jewish Drama.

    The hus­band hides mar­i­jua­na in his shoes, but why, dope is legal.

    At Target they buy every­thing that’s not on their list—guns, because Target doesn’t sell guns, Target –more

  • Eliot Li ~ Dignity

    Dr. Betty Liu is about to put her hand around anoth­er man’s penis for the first time since her hus­band died.

    –more

  • Pavle Radonic ~ One Piece Dragon

    For read­ers with good Mandarin—back-alley Mandarin it might be—the sig­nif­i­cance of the term is per­haps appar­ent. The guess would be street lan­guage passed into the halls of the Imperial Palace; nev­er for­mal­ly –more