“Well, that’s all we got. These two writers/editors/publishers/dads, are spent. We don’t believe we overreached in re-launching our labor of love. Not exactly. We did, however, miscalculate the time needed to continue to fulfill our ambitious vision, and it’s not in either of us to settle for less than that vision. To try to do […]
Two new flash fiction at Wyvern Lit today, including “Feast Your Eyes,” which was a finalist in Wyvern’s first Annual Flash Fiction Contest! From “Sixteen Golden Staircases”: “Sixteen golden staircases, sixteen golden staircases she chants, a breathy croon, the soft sibilances snagging on her gappy mix of big-girl and little-girl teeth and escaping like tumbly […]
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Holy crap, look at that! Two new stories and a rollicking interview! I’m the August 2015 Featured Fiction Writer at Atticus Review! “Mermaids, sex, golems, babies, deep magic, domestic chores, spiders, hammers…Anna Lea Jancewicz is a seductive enchantress who drags you into worlds seemingly familiar, comfortable, safe. She casts spells like fishing nets; her words […]
“Contrary to popular belief, mermaids do not all want to sit around topless on rocks brushing their hair. When I met Jimmy, he gave me the Guns N’ Roses T-shirt off his back. I said to him For this I will be forever grateful, and that was the truth. I had a hard time believing that […]
“When you are fucking an old man, you wonder if he will die on the brink, if the bright black birds nesting in his sterling chest hair will peck straight through and make a meal of his heart you look down and watch them with kitchen-light eyes…” Read it here: Six Small Sex Poems
“Catherine loved her mother’s hands, although they were not beautiful. Marjorie Blevins had hands that were too big for a woman of her slight stature, large hands all knuckle and gristle, skin raw from washing. When folks came to visit, Marjorie hid them in her apron pockets, kind of the same as how she’d hide […]
“It was some kind of turbulence, a shiver in the air. A disturbance, like a heat wave rising off of blacktop on a scorching day, except it was cold then, brutally cold. Bird was wearing his little green parka over his requisite fleecy dinosaur jammies, and a thick red wool cap over his long wisps […]
Anna Lea Jancewicz 