May 2024 Issue

The Write Launch

New Poetry


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Wendy Blaxland

“First taste,” “Cooks River Avian Real Estate,” and “Breakfast”

Obediently, the baby
opens her mouth
to the spoon.

She has watched the adults
opening their mouths
around the table for so long,
Poetry
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Kristi Joy

“The Voice of Wind,” “Coyote Laughing,” and “Some Instructions for Living”

Listen to the wind, its
strings and strains of
language and song
pulling you to your feet;
a ragdoll animated and living.
Poetry
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Michal Rubin

“She Comes. She Goes. She Comes.,” “On the Fence,” and “In the collection”

She disappears
takes with her
something created together
I move forward to where she stood
the absence of her presence
leaves behind a vacuum
Poetry
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Vincent Casaregola

“Wood Wound Pareidolia,” “Gravity,” and “August 6 with Kokeshi Dolls”

The possible face stares back at me
from across the weedy, ragged backyard,
its dark grey oval rising from the darker
striated bark of the sweetgum.
Poetry
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Leonardo Chung

“Starlight Stitches,” “A Collection,” and “A Moment Lost”

In the galaxies pooling in the waiting room
where black holes hum the prelude
to creation
we chart the shushed diagnosis
embossed in the orbit of
the body’s forgotten comets.
Poetry
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Malcolm Glass

“The Handkerchief,” “Elfie Cooks Oatmeal,” and “Ascension”

My mother’s white handkerchief
lies on my hand, the corners
embroidered with small flowers,
pink, blue, white. I unfold it
and find the yellow feather,
where I put it eighty years ago.
Poetry
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Grace McCaffrey

“Parade Day,” “The Irish Fairy,” and “Little Bird”

Marching men in uniforms, crisp
Navy-blue shoulders, starchy stiff
Polyester and pins
Bagpipes gasp and gather
The strength to carry the day
Poetry
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Michal Rubin

“She Comes. She Goes. She Comes.,” “On the Fence,” and “In the collection”

She disappears
takes with her
something created together
I move forward to where she stood
the absence of her presence
leaves behind a vacuum
Poetry
Featured image for ““Wood Wound Pareidolia,” “Gravity,” and “August 6 with Kokeshi Dolls””

Vincent Casaregola

“Wood Wound Pareidolia,” “Gravity,” and “August 6 with Kokeshi Dolls”

The possible face stares back at me
from across the weedy, ragged backyard,
its dark grey oval rising from the darker
striated bark of the sweetgum.
Poetry
Featured image for ““Starlight Stitches,” “A Collection,” and “A Moment Lost””

Leonardo Chung

“Starlight Stitches,” “A Collection,” and “A Moment Lost”

In the galaxies pooling in the waiting room
where black holes hum the prelude
to creation
we chart the shushed diagnosis
embossed in the orbit of
the body’s forgotten comets.
Poetry
Featured image for ““The Handkerchief,” “Elfie Cooks Oatmeal,” and “Ascension””

Malcolm Glass

“The Handkerchief,” “Elfie Cooks Oatmeal,” and “Ascension”

My mother’s white handkerchief
lies on my hand, the corners
embroidered with small flowers,
pink, blue, white. I unfold it
and find the yellow feather,
where I put it eighty years ago.
Poetry
Featured image for ““Parade Day,” “The Irish Fairy,” and “Little Bird””

Grace McCaffrey

“Parade Day,” “The Irish Fairy,” and “Little Bird”

Marching men in uniforms, crisp
Navy-blue shoulders, starchy stiff
Polyester and pins
Bagpipes gasp and gather
The strength to carry the day
Poetry
Featured image for ““The Voice of Wind,” “Coyote Laughing,” and “Some Instructions for Living””

Kristi Joy

“The Voice of Wind,” “Coyote Laughing,” and “Some Instructions for Living”

Listen to the wind, its
strings and strains of
language and song
pulling you to your feet;
a ragdoll animated and living.
Poetry
Featured image for ““First taste,” “Cooks River Avian Real Estate,” and “Breakfast””

Wendy Blaxland

“First taste,” “Cooks River Avian Real Estate,” and “Breakfast”

Obediently, the baby
opens her mouth
to the spoon.

She has watched the adults
opening their mouths
around the table for so long,
Poetry
Featured image for ““She Comes. She Goes.  She Comes.,” “On the Fence,” and “In the collection””

Michal Rubin

“She Comes. She Goes. She Comes.,” “On the Fence,” and “In the collection”

She disappears
takes with her
something created together
I move forward to where she stood
the absence of her presence
leaves behind a vacuum
Poetry
Featured image for ““Wood Wound Pareidolia,” “Gravity,” and “August 6 with Kokeshi Dolls””

Vincent Casaregola

“Wood Wound Pareidolia,” “Gravity,” and “August 6 with Kokeshi Dolls”

The possible face stares back at me
from across the weedy, ragged backyard,
its dark grey oval rising from the darker
striated bark of the sweetgum.
Poetry
Featured image for ““Starlight Stitches,” “A Collection,” and “A Moment Lost””

Leonardo Chung

“Starlight Stitches,” “A Collection,” and “A Moment Lost”

In the galaxies pooling in the waiting room
where black holes hum the prelude
to creation
we chart the shushed diagnosis
embossed in the orbit of
the body’s forgotten comets.
Poetry
Featured image for ““The Handkerchief,” “Elfie Cooks Oatmeal,” and “Ascension””

Malcolm Glass

“The Handkerchief,” “Elfie Cooks Oatmeal,” and “Ascension”

My mother’s white handkerchief
lies on my hand, the corners
embroidered with small flowers,
pink, blue, white. I unfold it
and find the yellow feather,
where I put it eighty years ago.
Poetry
Featured image for ““Parade Day,” “The Irish Fairy,” and “Little Bird””

Grace McCaffrey

“Parade Day,” “The Irish Fairy,” and “Little Bird”

Marching men in uniforms, crisp
Navy-blue shoulders, starchy stiff
Polyester and pins
Bagpipes gasp and gather
The strength to carry the day
Poetry
Featured image for ““The Voice of Wind,” “Coyote Laughing,” and “Some Instructions for Living””

Kristi Joy

“The Voice of Wind,” “Coyote Laughing,” and “Some Instructions for Living”

Listen to the wind, its
strings and strains of
language and song
pulling you to your feet;
a ragdoll animated and living.
Poetry
Featured image for ““First taste,” “Cooks River Avian Real Estate,” and “Breakfast””

Wendy Blaxland

“First taste,” “Cooks River Avian Real Estate,” and “Breakfast”

Obediently, the baby
opens her mouth
to the spoon.

She has watched the adults
opening their mouths
around the table for so long,
Poetry

New Fiction

New Fiction

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Carsten ten Brink

The Red Wheelbarrow

Something was different when Danny closed the wooden picket gate behind him at Aunt June’s. The first thing he noticed was an odd smell, something mixed in with the pines along the path.
Short Story
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Carol Pierce

A Life and Death Visit

I’m not allowed to go to Grandma’s hospital room because I’m only twelve years old, and the hospital regulations say I need to be at least thirteen or accompanied by an adult.
Short Story
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Michael Washburn

Shy Demon

Osuke felt a twinge of unease as he strode across the scarlet carpet toward the host in the velvet robe with glimmers of silver. Megumi looked glad to see the young man and pleased that he had picked out an elegant dark suit for this occasion.
Short Story
Featured image for “Not Mom”

Patricia Carino Pasick

Not Mom

Dear Paul,
When your hospice nurse called, I was drumming my fingers in a parking space at a Bixby’s drive-thru, aching for the large, 550-calorie caramel cappuccino I ordered online. Anything to get me through Mom’s 4:00 cocktail hour.
Short Story
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Joshua Silavent

Another Rainy Day

Rainy had left the backdoor open to the cold sweat of the world, its swinging clanks her remains, as if she were now the wind itself – whipping around the loose, lilting porch and flying off the faded shingles of the roof…
Short Story
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Maryanne Chrisant

Letters to Santa

My brother and I are twins. My brother, Ben, and I don’t look alike, and our demeanors can’t be more different. But we are brothers, joined from that sparkling moment of conception, used to sharing common quarters, food supply, and our mother’s attention…
Short Story
Featured image for “The Red Wheelbarrow”

Carsten ten Brink

The Red Wheelbarrow

Something was different when Danny closed the wooden picket gate behind him at Aunt June’s. The first thing he noticed was an odd smell, something mixed in with the pines along the path.
Short Story
Featured image for “A Life and Death Visit”

Carol Pierce

A Life and Death Visit

I’m not allowed to go to Grandma’s hospital room because I’m only twelve years old, and the hospital regulations say I need to be at least thirteen or accompanied by an adult.
Short Story
Featured image for “Shy Demon”

Michael Washburn

Shy Demon

Osuke felt a twinge of unease as he strode across the scarlet carpet toward the host in the velvet robe with glimmers of silver. Megumi looked glad to see the young man and pleased that he had picked out an elegant dark suit for this occasion.
Short Story
Featured image for “Not Mom”

Patricia Carino Pasick

Not Mom

Dear Paul,
When your hospice nurse called, I was drumming my fingers in a parking space at a Bixby’s drive-thru, aching for the large, 550-calorie caramel cappuccino I ordered online. Anything to get me through Mom’s 4:00 cocktail hour.
Short Story
Featured image for “Another Rainy Day”

Joshua Silavent

Another Rainy Day

Rainy had left the backdoor open to the cold sweat of the world, its swinging clanks her remains, as if she were now the wind itself – whipping around the loose, lilting porch and flying off the faded shingles of the roof…
Short Story
Featured image for “Letters to Santa”

Maryanne Chrisant

Letters to Santa

My brother and I are twins. My brother, Ben, and I don’t look alike, and our demeanors can’t be more different. But we are brothers, joined from that sparkling moment of conception, used to sharing common quarters, food supply, and our mother’s attention…
Short Story
Featured image for “The Red Wheelbarrow”

Carsten ten Brink

The Red Wheelbarrow

Something was different when Danny closed the wooden picket gate behind him at Aunt June’s. The first thing he noticed was an odd smell, something mixed in with the pines along the path.
Short Story
Featured image for “A Life and Death Visit”

Carol Pierce

A Life and Death Visit

I’m not allowed to go to Grandma’s hospital room because I’m only twelve years old, and the hospital regulations say I need to be at least thirteen or accompanied by an adult.
Short Story
Featured image for “Shy Demon”

Michael Washburn

Shy Demon

Osuke felt a twinge of unease as he strode across the scarlet carpet toward the host in the velvet robe with glimmers of silver. Megumi looked glad to see the young man and pleased that he had picked out an elegant dark suit for this occasion.
Short Story
Featured image for “Not Mom”

Patricia Carino Pasick

Not Mom

Dear Paul,
When your hospice nurse called, I was drumming my fingers in a parking space at a Bixby’s drive-thru, aching for the large, 550-calorie caramel cappuccino I ordered online. Anything to get me through Mom’s 4:00 cocktail hour.
Short Story
Featured image for “Another Rainy Day”

Joshua Silavent

Another Rainy Day

Rainy had left the backdoor open to the cold sweat of the world, its swinging clanks her remains, as if she were now the wind itself – whipping around the loose, lilting porch and flying off the faded shingles of the roof…
Short Story
Featured image for “Letters to Santa”

Maryanne Chrisant

Letters to Santa

My brother and I are twins. My brother, Ben, and I don’t look alike, and our demeanors can’t be more different. But we are brothers, joined from that sparkling moment of conception, used to sharing common quarters, food supply, and our mother’s attention…
Short Story
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Daniel Bartkowiak

Quantitative Unease

3.2.2_
Hi. My name = Aioli McCoy. And, first things first, I think this is stupid. And by this, I mean you. Diary. Journal. Thingamajig. Honestly? I’m only writing to make Pauleen (wife) happy. Due to, earlier, when I came home from work, she sat me down, put on serious face like she had big news to share, then handed me this black moleskin.
Long Short Story
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Sandro F. Piedrahita

Parable of the Persistent Widow

When Carlito’s son suffocated to death in the back seat of his father’s brand-new Mercedes SUV, Caridad García felt all her suspicions had been confirmed. Maybe her son’s sudden fame and fortune were not a blessing but a curse. Everything had happened so quickly since the release of Carlito’s single “Love a la Cubana,” a song sung in English to a salsa beat.
Long Short Story
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Quin Yen

A Week at Work

The last week of July in 2009 is the craziest week that Dr. Wu has had since she became a Rehab physician fifteen years ago.
Dr. Wu moved from the Midwest to the Northeast in early July, and thus far, her transition to the new hospital has been smooth. At the age of fifty, she is proud of her adaptability.
Long Short Story
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Peter Hoppock

Discovery

Todd—I have looked over the latest materials the DA sent you. You must be desperate! Are you sure this is everything? As you know, I scoured the depositions and interrogatories last week, and Phil has my report on those. Did you guys even talk to each other? How are you planning to defend Mrs. Bierman?
Long Short Story

Long Short Story


Long Short Story


Featured image for “Quantitative Unease”

Daniel Bartkowiak

Quantitative Unease

3.2.2_
Hi. My name = Aioli McCoy. And, first things first, I think this is stupid. And by this, I mean you. Diary. Journal. Thingamajig. Honestly? I’m only writing to make Pauleen (wife) happy. Due to, earlier, when I came home from work, she sat me down, put on serious face like she had big news to share, then handed me this black moleskin.
Long Short Story
Featured image for “Parable of the Persistent Widow”

Sandro F. Piedrahita

Parable of the Persistent Widow

When Carlito’s son suffocated to death in the back seat of his father’s brand-new Mercedes SUV, Caridad García felt all her suspicions had been confirmed. Maybe her son’s sudden fame and fortune were not a blessing but a curse. Everything had happened so quickly since the release of Carlito’s single “Love a la Cubana,” a song sung in English to a salsa beat.
Long Short Story
Featured image for “A Week at Work”

Quin Yen

A Week at Work

The last week of July in 2009 is the craziest week that Dr. Wu has had since she became a Rehab physician fifteen years ago.
Dr. Wu moved from the Midwest to the Northeast in early July, and thus far, her transition to the new hospital has been smooth. At the age of fifty, she is proud of her adaptability.
Long Short Story
Featured image for “Discovery”

Peter Hoppock

Discovery

Todd—I have looked over the latest materials the DA sent you. You must be desperate! Are you sure this is everything? As you know, I scoured the depositions and interrogatories last week, and Phil has my report on those. Did you guys even talk to each other? How are you planning to defend Mrs. Bierman?
Long Short Story
Featured image for “Quantitative Unease”

Daniel Bartkowiak

Quantitative Unease

3.2.2_
Hi. My name = Aioli McCoy. And, first things first, I think this is stupid. And by this, I mean you. Diary. Journal. Thingamajig. Honestly? I’m only writing to make Pauleen (wife) happy. Due to, earlier, when I came home from work, she sat me down, put on serious face like she had big news to share, then handed me this black moleskin.
Long Short Story
Featured image for “Parable of the Persistent Widow”

Sandro F. Piedrahita

Parable of the Persistent Widow

When Carlito’s son suffocated to death in the back seat of his father’s brand-new Mercedes SUV, Caridad García felt all her suspicions had been confirmed. Maybe her son’s sudden fame and fortune were not a blessing but a curse. Everything had happened so quickly since the release of Carlito’s single “Love a la Cubana,” a song sung in English to a salsa beat.
Long Short Story
Featured image for “A Week at Work”

Quin Yen

A Week at Work

The last week of July in 2009 is the craziest week that Dr. Wu has had since she became a Rehab physician fifteen years ago.
Dr. Wu moved from the Midwest to the Northeast in early July, and thus far, her transition to the new hospital has been smooth. At the age of fifty, she is proud of her adaptability.
Long Short Story
Featured image for “Discovery”

Peter Hoppock

Discovery

Todd—I have looked over the latest materials the DA sent you. You must be desperate! Are you sure this is everything? As you know, I scoured the depositions and interrogatories last week, and Phil has my report on those. Did you guys even talk to each other? How are you planning to defend Mrs. Bierman?
Long Short Story

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