30th March 1997: Around a thousand days left until the end of a thousand years. More pressingly, just two hours and forty-seven minutes for Clayton to crack the code. On the face of it, the atmosphere in the conservatory of 30 Lowfield Gardens was more placid than a month of Easter Sundays; for the four… Read More Straight In ~ fiction by Aaron Becker
Ann Keeling was Editor-in-Chief of the Pitkin Review and is a fiction/poetry reader for Wild Roof Journal and Reservoir Road Literary Review. Her work has been published or will appear in SEAF’s literary art anthology, Jellyfish Review, Lucky Jefferson, defunct magazine, and others. Her fiction work was shortlisted for the 2022 Force Majeure Flash Contest. She holds an MFA-Creative Writing from Goddard College.… Read More Memorable Story ~ poetry by Ann Keeling
Now that The Disappointed Housewife has quite a few miles on its odometer, it’s time to announce a change in our submission requirements. Prose pieces should now come in under 1000 words. Different editors have different ideas of what flash fiction and CNF are—some, unreasonably, I think, limiting it to less than 500 words—but here… Read More New Prose Word Limit
Victoria Nordlund’s poetry collection, Wine-Dark Sea, was published by Main Street Rag in 2020. She is a Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize Nominee, whose work has appeared in PANK Magazine, Rust+Moth, Chestnut Review, Pidgeonholes, and elsewhere. Visit her at VictoriaNordlund.com. Show Victoria some love via PayPal at Goodsirbob(at)gmail(dot)com.
You don’t know—but I do—that you’re going to break her. She is a mountainside carpeted in heather and lupine. Whether or not you intend to, there are these fissures you will chisel, and she will carry the itch of them into every future man’s arms, and they will never be able to reach them to… Read More To My Daughter’s First Boyfriend ~ poetry by Kerry Trautman
It’s midnight at the Double Bubble and I’ve finally made it to the spin cycle. Now that the eleven loads are clean, they are transformed from a monumental failure in hygiene to an accomplishment. In a corner the attendant is leaning against a counter reading a waterlogged copy of Dante’s Inferno while a fly bothers… Read More Centaurs in the Laundromat ~ fiction by Lynn Mundell
I’m just out of reach, on the periphery, a shaking branch, a darting shape like someone touching your right elbow from behind in a crowd. You turn to see who it was but I’m gone. On the subway, I’ve kept alive a daffodil wrapped in damp paper towel and tinfoil. Maybe you’ve seen my tan… Read More Mystery Speaks ~ poetry by Jessica Purdy
Once again, The Disappointed Housewife is pleased to announce her nominations for this year’s Best of the Net competition. It’s always a pleasure to review the pieces we’ve published through the contest eligibility period (July 1 through June 30) and to be reminded of the wonderful variety of poetry, flash fiction, and essays we’re lucky… Read More 2022 Best of the Net Nominations
Andrea Marcusa’s flash fiction and short stories have appeared in Gettysburg Review, Cutbank, River Teeth, Citron Review, and others. She’s received recognition in a range of competitions, including Smokelong, Glimmer Train, and Southampton Review. For more information, visit: andreamarcusa.com or see her on Twitter @d_marcusa. Show Andrea some love via PayPal at adisario(at)earthlink(dot)net.
“It’s a gift,” my mother said, when I told her about how my feet were turning into crow’s feet. “And anyway, dear, not a crow. Blackbird feet.” “What’s the difference?” I asked, but my mother was onto other topics. She gets that way. Her whole life is a vanilla dream state these days. The doctors… Read More Migration Is a Survival Instinct ~ fiction by Epiphany Ferrell
You’re on Instagram again, late at night, scrolling past a sponsored post for an Atlantic article about thanking one’s partner. You’re split at the seams after cooking for your boyfriend and his friends yesterday during the soccer game. He didn’t even ask you beforehand, just assumed you’d whip something up. LA Galaxy won. You smiled… Read More How to Vanquish the Demon Raktabīja ~ fiction by Emily Hoover
In the middle of the night, the monster quietly slips out from between her thighs. In sleep she must have closed her heart to it, for when she reaches out to feel it, it’s gone. She wants to cry, but it is her fault for not loving things closely enough, the sadness unearned. What will… Read More The Monster’s Escape ~ fiction by Meg Pokrass
There are many things you love about your house. You love the stunted front-yard fence with its heart-shaped cutouts, one half-heart per picket. You love the vintage mailbox with its copper patina, the white lamp post, the twin flower pots on the front porch. It’s those little things that make a difference — things like… Read More Your House ~ fiction by Anne-Marie Yerks
Bethany Jarmul is a writer, essayist, and editor. Her work has appeared in The Citron Review, Brevity blog, Gastropoda, Literary Mama, and Sky Island Journal among others. She earned first place in Women On Writing’s Q2 2022 essay contest. She lives near Pittsburgh with her family. Connect with her at bethanyjarmul.com or on Twitter: @BethanyJarmul.… Read More YouTube Videos That Dad Sent Me (2020-2022) Turned Into Poetry ~ poetry by Bethany Jarmul
Painting Party at an Indian Buffet I am scumbling a cataract waterfall with underhanded oils, ad-libbing the lilac current and dysmorphic October Glory maple trees. Feeling prolific and pioneering, I fashion a festooned mermaid headlining shamrock curls, gaudy beneath the lioness sun atop an out-of-tune libertine boulder garden. The pedestrian instructor clears her throat stormily,… Read More Painting Party at an Indian Buffet ~ poetry by Megan Denese Mealor
I was lost, hurrying down an endless corridor to find my classroom, clutching books and a folder of notes. I realized they were the wrong books, the wrong notes, and I was in the wrong building. Class was about to start. Could I make it in time? Could I wing it without notes? I was… Read More A Dress with Pockets, or Mediterranean Vistas ~ creative nonfiction by Jacqueline Doyle
The blanks feed in from the left side. Front ‘n center’s the drop forge. The rough stamped hammerheads, having been through some step of the process, ride off on the belt to the left side. Left to center to right left to center to right left to center to right all on then and on… Read More Poole Hammer Factory; Factory Floor ~ fiction by Jim Meirose
Joshua St. Claire is a CPA who works as a financial controller in Pennsylvania. He enjoys writing poetry on coffee breaks and after putting the kids to bed. His work is published or forthcoming in Delmarva Review, Inflectionist Review, Blue Unicorn, ubu., and bones, among others, and has received nominations for the Pushcart. Show Joshua… Read More Catachresis ~ poetry by Joshua St. Claire
Megan Riddell is a central-Florida-based poet, family law paralegal, and mother to her daughter, Violet. Megan is also a soon-to-be graduate of the University of Central Florida, with her Master of Fine Arts in creative writing, specializing in poetry and creative non-fiction, in May 2022. Some of her poems have been featured in the… Read More Stalemate ~ poetry by Megan Riddell
First the fish started showing up dead at the edge of the water and then the Zimmermans’ dog got sick. But most people who lived on the Landing still went into the lake daily if before the algae arrived they’d gone into the lake daily. Younger children were amused by the green fuzz. They had… Read More Allotropes ~ fiction by Rachel Federman
I draw my clothes and wear them for a day. Today a denim jacket, gardener’s pants, and a green beret. If this is my superhero power, I won’t be saving the world anytime soon, but I will be happily dressed. Spiderman was bitten by a spider and so his new life began. I came from… Read More Language of Lines ~ fiction by Guy Biederman
toward the end we sit together in the darkness The heavy curtains drawn, the sun a wash like clorox on the screen boxed in the console. I sip a cabernet, the way my mother used to do to accompany the hours of the Zenith. My father with the don’t-touch-the-remote at his elbow. The cuff, the… Read More Two Poems ~ poetry by Kathleen Hellen
“He’s really not, you know.” Mother peers over her readers, puts down her knitting. That infernal clatter of clicking metal. She can’t seem to find the plastic needles I bought for her birthday years ago. She yawns, stretches her legs, adjusts the reading lamp. “Not what?” “What you think.” His tentacles are vying for position… Read More Monster ~ fiction by Mikki Aronoff
Welcome to my humble abode! It’s a one-story cottage clad in lumpy stucco, like oatmeal flung at the walls. A big fenced yard, maple tree in front, garden in back. Tuscan columns on the front porch help with the southern exposure. They add a touch of class, don’t you think? Have a seat in the… Read More To the Visitor ~ fiction by Robert Boucheron
“Russia attacks Ukraine.” “Mr. President, Russia can’t attack Ukraine. There is no Russia …” “Nyet! Russia attacks Ukraine.” The President motioned at the board where it clearly said Ural and where he had amassed a sizable force. “There is no Ural. There is only Russia and Ukraine will soon become a part of it.” He… Read More The Last Dance ~ fiction by Mark Paxson
Irene shuffles around the bed. Nan’s in the bed. Irene futzes with the tubes. Something’s not right, she says. I don’t know why anyone thought it was a good idea to play nurse to your own sister, but the place is always short-staffed, and here we are, and Irene is on duty. In this family,… Read More Now Look at Her ~ fiction by Melissa Benton Barker
Saturday-7pm Good evening! This is the regular meeting of the “Quip Pro Quote” group of Alcoholics Anonymous. “The delusion that we are like other people, or presently may be, has to be smashed.” [Though we may suffer from “terminal hipness and fatal cool” (shout out to another fellowship)]. That was an unpretentious quote from pg.… Read More “Quip Pro Quote” Meeting Format ~ meeting agenda by Charles March
Pilate’s Dream Pilate, at bliss with his lead hypnosis, through it, a hazy trip in the desert, in his mind, a mirage where a ghost of myrrh speaks in languages, in rituals, “goodbye to earth,” wasting time with bliss, a vision he does not like, no more pantheon, a golden triangle Pilate, sour, mindful of… Read More Two poems ~ poetry by Ben Nardolilli
Imbongi, praise singer, passions’ planter, ancestors’ defender, Reciter of penetrating poetry (divulging familial interactions), Reteller of histories, commentator on community affairs, she Dares pronounce the ineffable. During ceremonial activities, or else thru “important” episodes, Outrageous statements, critical rhetoric, and indelicate remarks, That gnarled woman remains protected by champions, dreaded, Revered as her revelations. Ancient wisdom… Read More Griot ~ poetry by KJ Hannah Greenberg
The first flush, Frida. A small picture. The painter, fiery and brown, fierce-browed, flat on her sickbed back. He didn’t understand the jolt of it at first, and maybe not now, how his pulse quickened when he saw how sick she was. The tram wreck, the polio, the crutches. In this way, her accident was… Read More The Cretin ~ fiction by Lorette C. Luzajic
The Disappointed Housewife is pleased once again to nominate writers published in our virtual pages this year for the The Best Small Fictions anthology, assembled annually by Sonder Press. Our nominees are: Why I’m Angry ~ fiction by Brooke Brannon Reddit: Am I the Asshole? ~ Reddit thread by Caity Scott Two Micro Stories ~ fiction by… Read More Best Small Fictions Nominations 2022
Two Ruminant Third Graders Discourse Upon the Falling Autumn Leaves Translated from the Third Grader Ed. note: The dialogues of Percysius and Kevinocrates present unique challenges to the translator. This version does not pretend to be definitive—only approachable. We have trimmed the glue paste and erased the pencil smudges while trying to keep core intent… Read More Two Ruminant Third Graders Discourse Upon the Falling Autumn Leaves ~ fiction by B Myers
Kam slept as he drove through country lanes in his silver Prius, a clammy palm pressed against the wheel, cigarette dangling from the other hand, spraying ash like a sparkler at New Year’s Eve as he held it out of the half-opened window. He did this every year. Sleeping and driving. A dreamy pilgrimage if… Read More Driving at Night ~ fiction by Tim Frank
The Disappointed Housewife is pleased to nominate the following stories and poems for the 2022 Pushcart Prizes: FICTION Why I’m Angry ~ Brooke Brannon But Who’s Counting? ~ Michael Cocchiarale Reddit: Am I the Asshole? ~ Caity Scott POETRY Sex Dream ~ Syreeta Muir Game Night ~ Julie Allyn Johnson Letter to Bernadette Mayer ~… Read More Pushcart Prize Nominations 2022
[in]transpiring: a psychosomatic [re-]glitch[ing] Ami J. Sanghvi (he/they) is a non-binary, Indian-American, queer author, artist, designer, boxer, Eric Hoffer Book Award finalist, and recent graduate from the California Institute of the Arts Creative Writing M.F.A. program (concentration: image/text). He is a fiction editor for Decolonial Passage, poetry editor for Wrongdoing Magazine, staff writer for Chaotic Merge, and photographer for AsianZine, as… Read More [in]transpiring: a psychosomatic [re-]glitch[ing] ~ graphic poetry by Ami J. Sanghvi
After Richard Thomas’s story “Twenty Reasons to Stay and One to Leave” Why I’m Angry Because at 5, my father leaves, becoming someone I see maybe once or twice a year Because at 6, my brother starts blaming my mom for this Because at 7, on a camping trip with my father and brother, I… Read More Why I’m Angry ~ fiction by Brooke Brannon
Perhaps I should soften like April light on the hardy plants that is my attempt at creating a metaphor out of my dad and I can do better than that but poets are sometimes arseholes. Perhaps I should learn from the condensation in a bouquet and understand that cut down carnations in their prime have… Read More My dad wants to meet for coffee again ~ poetry by Antony Owen
The Disappointed Housewife is delighted to announce the following nominations for the Best of the Net Anthology. This is our first set of nominations for Best of the Net, since the nominating process is a little arcane, but these writers deserve some extra attention for their stellar pieces and it was well worth jumping through… Read More Best of the Net Nominations
don’t go in the horse ring too soon the horse might kick you or step on you if a horse’s foot is stepped on by a boy that’s something about God a first sexual mistake e.g. or a too-hard yank on a… Read More *cotton candy* ~ poetry by Jamie Spenser
Author’s note: In each piece, the number of words matches the age of the protagonist at the time, i.e., the episode title. Forty In the beginning, there’d been many inklings of the end. Now, slumped upon the toilet seat, Alex is convinced his marriage is crap. Curses through the window. He stands, frowns at… Read More But Who’s Counting? ~ fiction by Michael Cocchiarale
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