Wufniks

07/09/2011

A couple years ago my brother and his wife had a baby. A little boy. I became an uncle and that baby is my nephew. It’s almost impossible not to have a positive association with the word. Meet Mudluscious Press’ Nephew, an imprint series that, “publishes linguistically jagged, pocket-sized titles th...

05/07/2011

Wufniks Editor Jason Lee Norman takes on the somethingeveryday.co.uk project. July 4's story is linked here.
http://wp.me/s1wZKZ-maldives

something will be in this space soon. Forgive me, it's only 4:30 in Canada.

08/05/2011

A story by Leilanie Stewart. A very patient Wufniks contributor.
http://wp.me/p8WUv-la

Jim sashayed up to the bus stop, his shoulder bag swinging in time to his rhythm, his bowler hat tipped to the left. He smoothed his pinstripe jacket with both hands, then wiped his palms on his jeans. He had spotted her. Mid forties, platinum hair, pencil skirt. Office worker. In one fluid move, he

05/05/2011

Where is yt sumner? Here she is!
http://wp.me/p8WUv-kX

I’m sitting right next to you. Murmuring the words you’ve always wanted to hear. Even the ones you didn’t dare think in case it meant you should see a shrink.

02/05/2011

Huge apologies to yt sumner for posting only half of her story. Please give it another look and pass it on. There's more to read. We're so sorry. Read it three times and tell a friend.
http://wp.me/p8WUv-kK

It was one of those things so obvious it would’ve been bad taste to just come out and say it, but everyone thought it. She was so measured and unflappable these days. I remember before she died, one afternoon at the park, how badly her hands shook as she opened a bottle of wine, someone mentioned it

01/05/2011

Short Story Month begins with a story from yt sumner
Enjoy.
http://wp.me/p8WUv-kK

It was one of those things so obvious it would’ve been bad taste to just come out and say it, but everyone thought it. She was so measured and unflappable these days. I remember before she died, one afternoon at the park, how badly her hands shook as she opened a bottle of wine, someone mentioned it

26/04/2011

Steven Gowin has a note for Vera Wang. Read it here. Enjoy?
http://wp.me/p8WUv-kC

This is HD television now sweetie, and you are scare eeee. We can see everything, ehv ery thing, and that is way too much pancake, and way too too orange, and it is NOT my TV, missy. Those are putty marks, darlin’, knifed on soooo so think. Something your dermatologist knows that we don’t?

22/04/2011

Jesse Bradley sent us an Easter poem. Thanks to him and thanks to you for reading. Peace be with you. And also with you.
http://wp.me/p8WUv-kr

I would turn your body into a church just to set it on fire. You kiss like thrown stones. My inner harlot charts the bruises it deserves. My back is an emery board for you.

19/04/2011

Where is Helen Vitoria ? Somewhere dangerous. Take a look.
http://wp.me/p8WUv-kh

*Artwork by Jenny Keith.

16/04/2011

Two beautiful poems by Helen Vitoria on Wufniks now. Artwork by Jenny Moyra
Keith. Enjoy.
http://wp.me/p8WUv-jQ

Helen Vitoria lives and writes in Effort PA. Her work can be found and is forthcoming in many journals including: elimae, PANK, Mud Luscious Press, >kill author, Poets & Artists Magazine and Dark Sky Magazine. Her chapbook, The Sights & Sounds of Arctic Birds, is available as an e-chap from Gold W

12/04/2011

Is it too late for National Poetry Month? Here are three poems from Christopher Mulrooney.

http://wp.me/p8WUv-jv

Christopher Mulrooney has written poems in Burning Houses, Turbulence, The Delinquent, Paragon, Rhythm, West Wind Review, and holland 1945.

05/04/2011

Where is Danielle Paradis ? She's right here. And not a moment too soon.
http://wp.me/p8WUv-jn

I am in winter. I walk and crunch, crunch, crunch the snow groans beneath my feet. I shuffle along thinking of warmth. I am not in hell, but some kind of icy purgatory that freezes me in stasis. While the rest of the world moves forward—I fall behind.