Nanoism

Joe’s service was just for family, Dean was told on the church steps.

Sylvia Hiven doesn’t like padding.

Pretty soon the whole room was nodding and, from then on, no one looked her in the eye.

Martha Williams hugs her figments here.

See Apollo asleep in a field, his horses dispersed, his chariot toppled, and in his hand, an empty can of Bud. See Blind Homer, apologist.

Kyle Callahan earned his MFA from Goddard College. He writes and teaches in Vermont.

The man shook the last drop from the very last can of gas. “Well, that’s it,” he said. A dense and luxurious silence curled around them all.

Derek Dexheimer lives in Seattle. He is working on a novel.

“With this device I shall change history! The accursed name of Adolf Hitler will be erased from the annals of European painting!”

James Hutchings mostly writes fantasy.

It had started small, but now he was hooked and never played with his friends anymore. Just kept wasting all of his time in the real world.

Mike Donoghue mostly lives in his head, but resides in Vancouver.

When memories start to slip away, dry leaves caught on an autumn breeze and snatched from the lawn, will you want me to remind you who I am?

Milo James Fowler teaches junior high English and writes in the dark. Visit him anytime, day or night.

“That’s absurd!” She stood, silently ovulating, avoiding his gaze.

Freeman Ng tweets one newly written haiku of his own every day at @HaikuDiem.

Her first dinner after the divorce was pasta. The noodles looked like wavy lines drawn by a child trying to understand the sun.

Nathan Patton keeps it real, but also fictionalizes it.

His unconscious sister on the floor, an emaciated mutt giving him the eye, and discreet piles of shit everywhere. Time to save the dog.

Marcelle Heath is a fiction writer and assistant editor for Luna Park. She lives in Portland, Oregon.