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
“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
“my shadow slips like fallen light into the gelato rain of second grade ants in raisin boxes” – excerpt from Gelato Rain, poetry by Azure Brandi #TheMetaworker
“and the beer / tastes of bathwater / but water is not safe / to drink, and so / here we are” excerpt from Outsourcing, poetry by DS Maolalai #TheMetaworker
“I met him at a gas station. He was pumping air into the tires on his Pontiac Sunfire and I was vacuuming the inside of my old Ford van.” – excerpt from Giant Steps, fiction by Neil Jefferies #TheMetaworker #ForgeFriday
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