Forewords by Isabella Lai
“But there is this constant compulsion, this itch to articulate, knowing it will be misread…” – excerpt from Forewords, fiction by Isabella Lai
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Accidents of Chance by Grace Lynn
“The wind unspools a thousand birds taking flight. / A fierce frigate broadens her wings across the sky” – excerpt from Accidents of Chance, poetry by Grace Lynn #TheMetaworker
rapunzel/refugees/slavic by Linda Scheller
“caught / they put me in a cell / i was forced to work / in retribution / my children were led away / for the komandant” – excerpt from rapunzel/refugees/slavic, a braided poem by Linda Scheller
The Finding Momo Birthday by Madlynn Haber
“My mother’s ninety-fifth birthday was in late June. I couldn’t let the occasion pass unnoticed, regardless of her condition.” – excerpt from The Finding Momo Birthday, creative nonfiction by Madlynn Haber #TheMetaworker
Fragments of Life by Sonnet Mondal
“The musical instruments
in the wooden cabinet are still alive.” – excerpt from “Fragments of Life”, poetry by Sonnet Mondal #TheMetaworker
Be Prepared To Modify Your Plan. It Will Be Good For You. by Brenda Kilianski
“The truth is, after twenty-four years of marriage, six kids and two extramarital affairs, Marilyn had had enough. She decided… she’d run away.” – excerpt from Be Prepared To Modify Your Plan. by Brenda Kilianski #TheMetaworker #MetaworkerMonday
A History of Women by Julia S. Maron
“Mabel brewed the raspberry leaves and you marvelled at how the tea drove away the ache. She smiled and winked before sending you back to bed with a hug and a promise.” – excerpt from by Julia S. Maron @juliasjmaron #TheMetaworker #MetaworkerMonday
Microfiction by F.D. Jackson
Microfiction by F.D. Jackson #MetaworkerMonday #TheMetaworker
“Porcelain Sheep” by Jamie Anthony Louis
“Sheep are floating in the ocean, and I’m going to be sick again. Not that those two have much to do with each other.” – excerpt from Porcelain Sheep by Jamie Anthony Louis @jamieanthony187 #TheMetaworker #MetaworkerMonday
For Thea by Linda Lacy
Nate turns me toward him, my round belly the bumper between us, his brown eyes plead with me. “Everyone has evacuated. We have to go now. Please.”
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“The Furrowing” by Julie Allyn Johnson
I asked about her yearnings, her desires, as I suspected they might, perhaps, mesh with my own. It was worth a try, an attempt at some sort of shared, miraculous
camaraderie.
