Poetry: Blister Beetles by Scott T. Hutchison
A scientist would tell you: toxicity tends
to relax the proper function of muscles.
A scientist would tell you: toxicity tends
to relax the proper function of muscles.
We’re excited to welcome Lori D’Angelo as an Associate Flash Fiction Editor for jmww!
Those arm wrestlers kept at it, a man winning and a man losing, because somebody always won, and somebody always lost.
She looks every bit human: unsure, full of enthusiasm, hungry for love, the corners of her mouth twitching as if she’s about to say something but doesn’t.
Once I stopped pretending and started talking more about my fiction, I realized a lot of those science journalists I look up to as being so science-y also have these other interests, whether it’s painting or fiction or something else. So maybe it didn’t have to be a secret all those years!
Some winter days find you
trying on a new coat of ice,
It’s a kind of locket, and inside the locket is a little domed window, and inside that is a little velvet pillow, so tiny, a bug could barely get its head comfortable.
Maureen pressed her face into her doll’s belly and wished for quiet. She wanted God to take her back just one day.
Before I begin my family history presentation, I let my classmates know I’m Black.
Between my daily commute to the office and my endless parental chauffeur duties—to school, church, piano lessons, and t-ball practices—I burn through fossil fuels at an alarming rate.