Laws of the Wasteland by Sarah Daniels
Mikey’s pink tongue laps at the blood from his nose. In the long-shadowed afternoon we trudge, weighed down by books, and sports kit, and the coats we’ve shed to fit this week’s trend.
Mikey’s pink tongue laps at the blood from his nose. In the long-shadowed afternoon we trudge, weighed down by books, and sports kit, and the coats we’ve shed to fit this week’s trend.
Rita already knows all flowers are not created equal. Hibiscus can’t be picked—they shrivel within hours. Yet the ancient film star tells her this and other well-known facts.
Meg Pokrass catches up with Jeff Landon about his work in New Micro (W.W. Norton & Co, 2018)
Now it’s too late for us to return, though something calls us back with the force of an obsession. A bloodied horizon dulls gradually into night. We seem so separate from that fire lowering itself daily into absence.
Steven John, Associate & Features Editor, interviews Lou Beach about his micro fictions in New Micro (W.W. Norton & Co, 2018)