Micro Prose: Paint by Colin Williams

He’s done the final wall, the highest one, in OPB. The soft sable of the brush he uses gleams brown above the paint’s surface like his wife’s hair above the bathwater. She’ll be discharged from the hospital soon, they’ve told him, maybe as soon as next week

Micro Prose: Weird as the wind by Bryan D. Price

Photo courtesy of unsplash.com WEIRD AS THE WIND I put every organic thing in that basket put parrot feathers (there are three) in a pot to bringback the dead they move with artificial wind I am cold as black wool dyed in that inkpot Iwent on a tangent saying things I should not have said—who...

Micro Prose: We Must Fight Gnosticism At All Costs by M. L. Martinson

Photo courtesy of unsplash.com WE MUST FIGHT GNOSTICISM AT ALL COSTS So Jesus is at Starbucks getting a decaf latte when he notices Atlas over there sporting sweet globe tattoos on his bulging biceps—one featuring northern latitudes, the other southern. At the table with Atlas is Tiamat, a badass dragon running down her forearm. That...

Micro Prose: Rolling Back Stones by Amanda Gaines

Photo courtesy of unsplash.com ROLLING BACK STONES You disappear just like that—blackbirds in the elm trees. It was your idea, after all, to get into shape, to start becoming the version of yourself you use in daydreams. We sisters navigate our unpaved road: erosion and dirt in the dark, spitting out bugs that flit into...

What’s Going on at New South?

Hi everyone! You may have noticed that things at New South have not been running smoothly for a while. Due to several issues, including institutional defunding, the journal has been on a long hiatus. However, I'm happy to report that New South (and the long-awaited Issue 14.2) will return with the new year. Until then,...

An Update from New South

Hello, readers, contributors, and friends of New South, You may have noticed that we've been particularly quiet in these last few months. While we've been working hard behind the scenes on issue 14.2, we've also been dealing with some financial challenges that have arisen due to some changes to the funding structure of student media...

Micro Prose: Lessons in Intimacy by Afton Montgomery

"In the dark: I catch her hand on the windowlip of one of the panes in my body..."

Micro Prose: How I Discovered the World is Flat by Roger D’Agostin

"I didn’t have a mask or gloves.  Two old Italian women, in thick black shoes, inched in my direction.  I moved back.  That’s when I slipped...."

Review |Ilya Kaminsky’s Deaf Republic

The Loud Prophecy of Deaf Republic by S. T. Brant All books are instructive; the value is in their secret instruction, the teachings the author offers us on second and third readings, when time mingles with reflection, when the text takes on a special aura, as a solar eclipse, a rare presentation of light brought naturally...

Micro Prose: Costumes for a Different Woman by Candice Kelsey

Costumes for a Different Woman "The dresses in my closet are costumes for a different woman, though I hide myself in their silky textures. The man asleep in my bed knows me best in the dark." Linda Pastan  He grows smaller. Somehow he makes this old house feel draftier, like we live in a bank...