Untitled 2 by Meghan Reynolds
Untitled 2, photography by Meghan Reynolds #TheMetaworker
The Metaworker Literary Magazine
Where great stories are forged.
“Morin stands up on the thwart, catching her balance against the waves. The sea leans forward, swelling on the horizon. Morin feels as if it’s watching her, storm-blue gaze heavy at the back of her neck.”, – excerpt from Nothing but Salt Remains, fiction by Laila Amado #TheMetaworker
“lie beside me again / imagine us adrift / on an island / small as a raft” – excerpt from Let Us Pretend, poetry by Ken Cathers #TheMetaworkers
“The pulse turns barometric, / rising, falling with unseen tides, / translating sky into blood.” – excerpt from Barometric Interior, poetry by David Anson Lee #TheMetaworker
“In Our Nature”, collage and found poetry by Robin Rose Graves #TheMetaworker
“Earth body doomed, / bloomed, / blossoming. / I think about this every time I lean out my window / to invite up a new lover.” – excerpt from Grim, poetry by Molly Rose Strugatz #TheMetaworker
“Her spirit is woven into the everyday…She is my unfinished sentence. My held breath. My quiet grief transformed into something gentler…” – excerpt from Summer, 1990, fiction by Anthony B Parr #TheMetaworker
“I tell her / it is a raisin, a zabiba—a mark / that forms where the brow is laid / in long conjunction with earth” – excerpt from Sharh on Mutwatta Imam Malik, Book 58, Hadith 1849, poetry by Rozalija Grace #TheMetaworker
“At night, by the fire, I watch the embers dance off your skin. You are aglow with ambers and deep blues.” – excerpt from Swimming in the Ligurian Sea, micro fiction by Rachel Turney #TheMetaworker
“signs and paper flags spill into the gutter / the homeless man’s ticking off / about hunger in the belly of his rich city” – excerpt from Mirrors of Empire, poetry by Thomas Deane Tucker #TheMetaworker
Micro poetry by Callie Thomason French #TheMetaworker
“I want to dive into a pool & feel the cool water on my skin…let it carry the weight of everything I bear.” – excerpt from Grass Hills, poetry by Grace R. Jiao #TheMetaworker
“Morning erupted / we walked to witness / ravens feasting below the swerve” – excerpt from Offerings, poetry by Kris Erskine