JMWW Journal

Poetry: Maya by Aaron Lelito When I dwell in cessation, is there a brick wall or breakthrough—

Poetry: Maya by Aaron Lelito

When I dwell in cessation, is there a brick wall or breakthrough—

Creative Nonfiction: | | by Caitlin Lee-Hendricks You have never seen a playground before, yet you make my body yours

Creative Nonfiction: | | by Caitlin Lee-Hendricks

You have never seen a playground before, yet you make my body yours

Submissions Open We are reading all genres through March 15th. Send us your best!

Submissions Open

We are reading all genres through March 15th. Send us your best!

Poetry: Poison Games by Colleen S. Harris Chimpanzees are known to raid stocks of palm wine brewed by villagers,

Poetry: Poison Games by Colleen S. Harris

Chimpanzees are known to raid stocks of palm wine brewed by villagers,

Creative Nonfiction: The Opposite of Loneliness by Sarah Davidson I never want whatever this feeling is—the opposite of loneliness—to end.

Creative Nonfiction: The Opposite of Loneliness by Sarah Davidson

I never want whatever this feeling is—the opposite of loneliness—to end.

Poetry: Meeting in the Candle Light by Khayelihle Benghu Twilight is not the end here. It is the beginning

Poetry: Meeting in the Candle Light by Khayelihle Benghu

Twilight is not the end here. It is the beginning

Creative Nonfiction: Saints and Sinners by M. Theaker Sometimes Dad stays up late in the yard with friends and comes inside to sob at the end of the night.

Creative Nonfiction: Saints and Sinners by M. Theaker

Sometimes Dad stays up late in the yard with friends and comes inside to sob at the end of the night.

Flash Fiction: You’re Twelve Forever by Lila-Rose Beckford At In-N-Out, she asks for her wallet. You open the glovebox: half-empty ibuprofen, Sephora receipts, a bobby pin. Nothing that could save a life.

Flash Fiction: You’re Twelve Forever by Lila-Rose Beckford

At In-N-Out, she asks for her wallet. You open the glovebox: half-empty ibuprofen, Sephora receipts, a bobby pin. Nothing that could save a life.

Welcome Our Newest Flash Fiction Associate Editors Welcome JMWW Newest Associate Flash Fiction Editors, Laura Besley and Kelly Pedro!

Welcome Our Newest Flash Fiction Associate Editors

Welcome JMWW Newest Associate Flash Fiction Editors, Laura Besley and Kelly Pedro!

Sweet Spots: An Interview with Kim Magowan by Curtis Smith Bad decisions are my sweet spot.

Sweet Spots: An Interview with Kim Magowan by Curtis Smith

Bad decisions are my sweet spot.

Poetry: Stay by James B. Nicola For you might be the one who’ll find the way to right the wrong.

Poetry: Stay by James B. Nicola

For you might be the one who’ll find the way to right the wrong.

Creative Nonfiction: A Song for Appa by Sudha Subramanian I never told you about the ‘Thirupugazh’ class I enrolled in. But it slipped out during one of our phone conversations, and your response, as expected, came as a burst of excitement.

Creative Nonfiction: A Song for Appa by Sudha Subramanian

I never told you about the ‘Thirupugazh’ class I enrolled in. But it slipped out during one of our phone conversations, and your response, as expected, came as a burst of excitement.

Fiction: Billy Birch by Michael Diaz In the uncertain English summers, Billy Birch and I hitched rides with strangers up and down the M6, and sneaked into cinemas to watch films about the undead.

Fiction: Billy Birch by Michael Diaz

In the uncertain English summers, Billy Birch and I hitched rides with strangers up and down the M6, and sneaked into cinemas to watch films about the undead.

Welcome Newest Associate Fiction Editor, Spencer Fleury Introducing New Associate Fiction Editor, Spencer Fleury!

Welcome Newest Associate Fiction Editor, Spencer Fleury

Introducing New Associate Fiction Editor, Spencer Fleury!

Poetry: JFK by Xun Chi People passed by the anchorless port, listened to flights flickering on board like an ocean floor guitar.

Poetry: JFK by Xun Chi

People passed by the anchorless port, listened to flights flickering on board like an ocean floor guitar.

Creative Nonfiction: Flowers for the Dead by Shushanik Karapetyan      The first sentence of my mother's diary reads, "My most favorite thing in this world are flowers."

Creative Nonfiction: Flowers for the Dead by Shushanik Karapetyan     

The first sentence of my mother's diary reads, "My most favorite thing in this world are flowers."

Flash Fiction: Gulf by Elise Blackwell When people talk about the ocean, they don’t mean here.

Flash Fiction: Gulf by Elise Blackwell

When people talk about the ocean, they don’t mean here.

Submissions Open We are reading all genres through February 15th. Send us your best!

Submissions Open

We are reading all genres through February 15th. Send us your best!

Collected Behaviors: An Interview with Lauren E. Osborn by Jen Michalski Writing about transformation feels very natural to me.

Collected Behaviors: An Interview with Lauren E. Osborn by Jen Michalski

Writing about transformation feels very natural to me.

Poetry: The Streams Organize by Ben Nardolilli Spiraling, but it's fine, there's a bed here even if the sheets are long gone

Poetry: The Streams Organize by Ben Nardolilli

Spiraling, but it's fine, there's a bed here even if the sheets are long gone

Creative Nonfiction: Midnight Hour by Carina Raffaelli I am never to be someone’s again, any island but myself.

Creative Nonfiction: Midnight Hour by Carina Raffaelli

I am never to be someone’s again, any island but myself.

Flash Fiction: Laika by Sydney Koeplin I think about how the technicians kissed Laika’s wet nose before closing the hatch. How she trusted them, and they killed her anyway.

Flash Fiction: Laika by Sydney Koeplin

I think about how the technicians kissed Laika’s wet nose before closing the hatch. How she trusted them, and they killed her anyway.

A Way To Do Art Small: An Interview with Diane Gottlieb by Olga Katsovskiy I can hear the heart beating in a piece. I’m always looking for where the writing’s energy is and for ways to help it shine.

A Way To Do Art Small: An Interview with Diane Gottlieb by Olga Katsovskiy

I can hear the heart beating in a piece. I’m always looking for where the writing’s energy is and for ways to help it shine.

Poetry: press a leaf to your palm by Lucinda Trew any leaf, from any tree, though simple leaves are best

Poetry: press a leaf to your palm by Lucinda Trew

any leaf, from any tree, though simple leaves are best

Fiction: The End by Sara Drake First, the end is biblical. The one with the flood and the ark and, of course, there’s always a self-appointed Noah. The guests gather on private yachts, rafted together in a perfect circle.

Fiction: The End by Sara Drake

First, the end is biblical. The one with the flood and the ark and, of course, there’s always a self-appointed Noah. The guests gather on private yachts, rafted together in a perfect circle.

January Editorial Team Zoom Reading – Last Chance to Register Last chance to register! JMWW’s virtual staff reading is tonight, Tuesday, January 20th.

January Editorial Team Zoom Reading – Last Chance to Register

Last chance to register! JMWW’s virtual staff reading is tonight, Tuesday, January 20th.

JMWW January Editorial Team Zoom Reading Don’t forget: JMWW’s virtual staff reading is on Tuesday, January 20th. Register with the link in the post.

JMWW January Editorial Team Zoom Reading

Don’t forget: JMWW’s virtual staff reading is on Tuesday, January 20th. Register with the link in the post.

Poetry: Reunion by Grace Lynn Our bodies are full of codes.

Poetry: Reunion by Grace Lynn

Our bodies are full of codes.

Excerpt: Nadezhda in the Dark by Yelena Moskovich Nadezhda, her hair hangs like milk, like thick, dark milk, her face in profile, her forehead crescent,

Excerpt: Nadezhda in the Dark by Yelena Moskovich

Nadezhda, her hair hangs like milk, like thick, dark milk, her face in profile, her forehead crescent,

Fiction: Hemianopia by Eleonora Balsano The day half of your world goes dark, a neurologist helps you on the examination table and inspects both your eyes with a pen light.

Fiction: Hemianopia by Eleonora Balsano

The day half of your world goes dark, a neurologist helps you on the examination table and inspects both your eyes with a pen light.