Development by Nan Wigington
In the development, nothing grew except concrete, asphalt, pink ranches, and brown split levels.
Ran by Dan Crawley
Mom took me to an outdoor mall after picking me up from kindergarten. In the middle of an
atrium, enormous rocks were piled on each other like giant meatballs. She let me climb over
them while she waited on a bench nearby.
Big Dog by Dan Crawley
Denise entered the extended stay hotel room, tugging off her damp windbreaker over her
pharmacy scrubs. She called, “Hello, my darling girl.” A small collie jumped toward Denise.
On The Wind, It Swirls, Writing Process, and Characters Talking to Each Other: An Interview with Dan Crawley
Valerie Fox speaks with Dan Crawley, author of The Wind, It Swirls, and Blur, about figurative language, seeking connections, and joyful challenges.
Issue 28
Featuring new microfiction by Kathryn Aldridge-Morris, Gail Anderson, Kate Faigen, Jo Gatford, Jeff Goll, Suzanne Hicks, Ruth Joffre, Lorette Luzajic, Frankie McMillan, Angeline Schellenberg, Curtis Smith, Julia Ruth Smith, Joshua Michael Stewart, Jeff Young, and Nathan Leslie.