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
“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
“When I was dying, I dreamed of ice cold matcha, a single shot of espresso, a prayer to god that I would lose another five pounds.” – excerpt from Little Mercies, fiction by Arushi (Aera) Rege #TheMetaworker
“The specular / Reflection / Splitting light / Into prisms / Like rainbow / Scales” – excerpt from Wonboyn, 2024, poetry by Matthew T Phillips #TheMetaworker
“The beach is sinking. / It’s a sigh. It’s the lack of you and I, pulling like the tide / against its warm face.” – excerpt from “The Beach” by Daniel Brennan @dannyjbrennan #TheMetaworker #MetaworkerMonday
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