The Metaworker Literary Magazine
Where great stories are forged.
“They were little more than a shimmer on the backs of our newborns, translucent like a dragonfly’s.” – excerpt from When Babies Started Being Born With Wings, speculative fiction by David Henson #TheMetaworker
[76 words] Trucks Sometimes I think I too will die or merely come apart in mists,only to curl and re-cohere, as banks of automotive smog, …
“Dad was on his way, said, Trust me, Elise. Said stop your bellyaching, said For crying out loud I’m on my way.” – excerpt from Dadless, a poem by Elise Glassman #TheMetaworker #literarymagazines #poetrycommunity
“There are places in the earth that call to you when you’re that age, and you just have to stick your hands into the mud and bring up whatever you can catch.” – excerpt from The Last Tree by Victoria Meyer #TheMetaworker #MetaworkerMonday
“It was a kind of transformation we could witness like astral projection but of our entire being. We spoke broken English, which she was proud of.” – Excerpt from “My English Teacher” by Bharti Bansal @useless_thought25 #MetaworkerMonday #TheMetaworker
“The babies of Borad weren’t sleeping. They lay in their cribs blinking. Then the crying started.” #TheMetaworker #MetaworkerMonday
“Good news greets Quibble’s return: his wife has conceived.”
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“The river of silence passes through the large classroom trough, its charcoal sides soft and cool to the touch.”
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The woman passes every day with her pink sneakers and floral running pants and cute son in a navy uniform. The son talks a blue …
For Devan Daniel Romo is the author of Bum Knees and Grieving Sunsets (FlowerSong Press 2023), Moonlighting as an Avalanche (Tebot Bach 2021), Apologies in …
The Mother sifts through the soil, searching. Using her fingers like a sieve, she tries to find the thin filament sprouts in the mulch and …
once, mothers waited for their dead children in damp bodies untilno more noises crept from their wind-polyp’d throats, until a dozen moons passed, a skinned …
Sure, no one ever said that people were getting their powers from the rain. Tommy guessed it had something to do with all those big …
I sit and I stare, trying to peerinto the back of my beautiful sons’ eyesbecause I am looking for somethingthat I soon begin to realize,I …
