Category: WTP spotlight: fiction

  Enjoy our WTP Spotlights, notable selections featuring artists and writers from our Woven Tale Press magazine. To read the issue in full subscribe and you can also register on our site to enjoy our archive.   Richard Ives has received awards from the National Endowment for the Arts, Artist Trust, Seattle Arts Commission, and…

Enjoy our WTP Spotlights, notable selections featuring artists and writers from our Woven Tale Press magazine. To read the issue in full subscribe here. IN THE WTP SPOTLIGHT: Allan Spencer lives in New York City, where he works in book publishing. He holds a BA in English Literature from Pepperdine University. His writing has appeared in Arcturus and on…

Strait-Jacket and Padded Cell From WTP Vol. VII #6 Late one night I was stitching up a young schizophrenic man in a locked ward. It was a long but superficial wound: he had got hold of a broken bottle and had slashed his left forearm. It was the commonest injury in the hospital, at least,…

Scenes from Childhood: 1965 From WTP Vol. VII #6   This is the Bronx, and you will find beauty here only unexpectedly. The street names lack resonance; no one dresses with style; the usual complaints are made on the supermarket lines. The absence of things to see kept me indoors when I was young. I…

From WTP Vol. VII #5 Devoted By Eric Maroney “Tis too much proved—that with devotion’s visage And pious action we do sugar o’er The devil himself.”–Shakespeare Or sits and writes at the table and often turns her gaze toward the clouds congealing in the heat bubbling above her like a milky copula. The clouds arrive,…

From WTP Vol. VII #4 Go Boom By Elizabeth Hamilton If you’re a woman and you want to join the U.S. Army, the first thing the recruiter at the Army Recruiting Office in Dallas will tell you is to drive across the city to talk with the Air Force guys. The Army won’t turn you…

From WTP Vol. VII #3 Large Anthropomorphic Canary By Salvatore Difalco The only failure is not trying. That’s what I believe. And I have not been afraid to fail. Ask my agent. She knows. At least I think she knows.   But in many respects, as I explained to my agent last time she answered…

From WTP Vol. VI #8 Bird’s Nest Soup By Heidi Stauff Every Mother’s Day, Ren’s husband takes her to The Golden China Buffet with the gift certificate her daughter sends. This year, Jacob still takes her but pays out of his own pocket. “I’m going up for more crab legs. You want anything?” Jacob asks,…

From WTP Vol. VI #7 Sisters By Robert Klose If all the Russians in my small Maine town were planets, then Galina Sergeivna would be the star they orbited. In good times and bad, in joy or need, she was their center, their stillpoint. Nothing they said or experienced could surprise her. Having survived the…

From WTP Vol. VI #7 Nicky Nicky Nine Doors By Robin van Eck An itch skittered across the nape of his neck. He peeked through the peephole. No shadows. No unwelcomed movement. Like the first time, he grasped the knob and pulled open the door slowly, listening for the hushed giggles. Scratch stepped onto the…

From WTP Vol. VI #6 The Shut Door By Lynn Casteel Harper Sylvia entered my office and shut the door. As the chaplain at a retirement community, I’d grown accustomed to the closed door, to discussing life, death, doubt, suffering in hushed tones. She sat in the chair directly in front of my desk. She…

From WTP Vol. VI #5 Dark as a Dungeon in the Heart By A.C. Koch For a number she had never forgotten, Margie Finn was having a hard time hitting all the right buttons. It was the White Pages that was throwing her off, following along with her finger on the page as she poked…