SUMMER 2026 ~ NWWQ
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David L. Ulin ~ Triptych
#9 Dream I was in Manhattan, on the #9 train. At the station, a large crowd had been backed onto the platform due to a disturbance ahead. I noticed what appeared to be a lane of clear space and followed. To my astonishment, it remained passable all the way to the front. At the entrance, more Read more at New World Writing Quarterly
Paul Hostovsky ~ Three Poems
Redemption It kills me to throw them out, I say to my mother who’s been dead for 35 years. I’ve been dead for 35 years, she says, you think I care what you do with them? You always said I don’t take care of my things, I say, and now that your things are my more Read more at New World Writing Quarterly
Ace Boggess ~ Three Poems
53rd Birthday Starting to think it’s too late for my mid-life crisis— too poor to buy a sports car, adverse to wounds for an earring. I spend time with my first drug, television, watching Criterion films on disc & wriggling into some position where back pain lessens, eyes won’t strain. I’ve been swimming for exercise, more Read more at New World Writing Quarterly
Anna Mantzaris ~ The Psychic is Everywhere
The psychic is everywhere. The grocery store. The corner store. The library. In a submarine. The resting home. The restaurant. Outside the village pharmacy as an extra in a movie. The psychic knows that more is less. Less is more. More or less. She says I see a never-ending parade of husbands for you. The more Read more at New World Writing Quarterly
Jim Daniels ~ Three Poems
Body Surfing, Spring Break, 1973 turned into body slamming in the dark waves’ sudden shift, our young invincible swim trunks nearly yanked off in the sandy swirl, and if you knew me then, you’d know I was stoned, squinting, mindless as a punch-drunk dog slogged by salty waves in Emerald Isle, NC. That foaming ride more Read more at New World Writing Quarterly
Kelle Groom ~ Three Poems
A Poem in a Magazine When I was young I read a poem in a magazine in which the poet wakes up in the morning, walks to the kitchen, & waits a moment before flicking on the light “to let the roaches scatter” & I was surprised that someone could publish a poem & still more Read more at New World Writing Quarterly
Foster Trecost ~ Two Flash Fictions
The Pretenders The book landed somewhere between bad and unbearable. I suspected it from the start, but kept reading anyway. Maybe to beat back boredom. Maybe to look literary. Probably a little of both. But after two chapters, nobody had done anything, at least nothing worth mentioning, so I closed it on a finger and more Read more at New World Writing Quarterly
Elizabeth Rosen ~ The Great Chicken Panic
There was outright panic when children began coughing up tiny chickens. On playgrounds from Ankara to Accra, Uppsala to Utica, children paused what they were doing, opened their mouths and coughed out miniature plumed Brabanters, speckled Houdans, or snowy-toed Sultans. Clouds of feathers burst from their little mouths, followed by the squawks of chickens having more Read more at New World Writing…
Allison Renner ~ Three Microfictions
Timber We grew tired of standing with no one reclining in our shade, climbing our trunks, or hanging swings or birdhouses from our limbs. What were we even here for? There was no solid line of us bordering a park, no cluster forming a cool forest. Just yards between us. Maple dropped her lowest, heaviest more Read more at New World Writing Quarterly