The Metaworker Literary Magazine
Where great stories are forged.
“We could have climbed into the moon. Instead / we biked in the metalshadows beneath Ohioan / hills everything hung still in the air” – excerpt from Field on Butternut, a #poem by Max Newman #MetaworkerMonday #TheMetaworker
Afternoon. Deep afternoon. Long afternoon. Too deep. Too long. Sylvie in her quilted bed. Try to sleep. Go to sleep. Quickly now! Go to sleep. …
When I remember to look, I will see her. At least that’s what usually happens. I work on the high hill in the towers of …
When it was the fashionI too measured out my life in coffee spoons It was not only to youthat some things made no sensebut to …
the dust storms whineagainst the windowas cherry dreamsslide inside.Searching a marigold,a child’s eyes bob tothe tunes of morningas do butterflies rise fromchrysanthemum jars.And so does the …
Damian Campana is a Creative Writing student at a community college in Rochester, NY. He is an aspiring creator. He is passionate about telling …
I only ever wrote to be close to you. You didn’t exist. I knew that. But it didn’t matter when I could create words that …
