NFWC 2022

Ekphrastic

What Am I?

By Felix Everett | August 2, 2022

Sometimes I wonder if I am a calamity.

Nonfiction

A Jackson Pollock abstract painting in shades of brown, black, and white

Black People

By Gabrielle Fulton | August 2, 2022

A predator can’t hunt the prey if the prey are too good at hiding.

Fiction

A black and white photograph of what looks to be a screen of beads, threaded onto string. In the background there are several white, bald, men that, all wearing black robes. The background is slightly blurred, while the bead-screen is in focus.

I just find it unfair

By Rebecca Tsarkov | August 2, 2022

I was floating around, doing what imaginary friends do.

Nonfiction

Traveling to The Mark Twain House

By Laura Rochedieu | August 2, 2022

You are still in secret, small rooms, of course.

Nonfiction

Priscilla

By Ramona Boyd | August 2, 2022

Something is always happening to you, something you can’t tell.

Blackout

MAN

By Sydney Parker | August 2, 2022

Fiction

A color photograph of a multicolored pottery vase formed from a spherical form joined to a bowl form which rests on top of it. The vase is made with the traditional rakû style. It sits on top of a stack of two rectangular prisms made of concrete. The one directly beneath the vase is a dark slate grey, and the bottom concrete block is a light, chalky grey. The vase is framed by a blurred background of fallen leaves and brown pine needles with a small patch of green grass.

Beauty

By North Ackley | August 2, 2022

I am with her now, her graceful, divine self.

Fiction

The Hollows

By Gunnar Whalen | August 2, 2022

I drank the water. It poured straight through my body.

Poetry

One Time, We Were Walking the Boulevard

By Ramona Boyd | August 2, 2022

You jaywalked and I used the crosswalk.

Fiction

The Quiet Expanse

By Gunnar Whalen | August 1, 2022

Another living thing to be with.