Nanoism

The thing that lives with me most from Haiti is the odor. Charcoal for cooking food and the smell of burning bodies.

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

Months later, he unscrews the gate at the top of the stairs. Unanchored, it folds in on itself, a small bundle waiting to be put away.

Dennis Y. Ginoza is an MFA candidate at Pacific University. He lives on the Kitsap Peninsula.

Men are from mars, women are from Venus. I slide a quarter into the telescope. Where am I from?

JP Allen tries to take things away until there’s just enough left.

The box thuds at her feet: mug, wedding photos, the 25-year pen. The platform trembles, the cold rush of air precedes the oncoming train.

Linda Simoni-Wastila wishes she had a shorter last name. She writes and gives a damn in Baltimore.

Her bedroom. No mirrors. Behind a dressing screen, she said, “Blindfold.” I put it on. We kissed. The snakes of her hair hissed in my ear.

Clarion grad H.V. Chao has published fiction in Epiphany and Diet Soap.

Awakening to his portrait fixed upon the wall. She’s reminded how disease and affluence can get in the way of true love.

Artist, athlete, pioneer, unconventionalist. M.R. Carter has never pursed a higher education, career, or full-time employment.

Tallying up all the kisses over the years, she had to conclude that she was in a relationship.

Jenni Dowsett is an aspiring writer who lives in New Zealand. Two of her stories have been published in magazines.

The camera lay on the desk, forgotten, emptied of the wedding photographs. I opened the fridge and ate the last piece of the wedding cake.

Aduhi Chawngthu, Hyderabad, India. Loves to write and read.

Jane hates me, but that’s okay. She’s only a figment of my imagination. Therapy is going well, but Jane still wants a divorce.

Philip Tite is an independent scholar and writer in Seattle. His work has appeared in Silver Blade and This Mutant Life.

She saw the whiskey on the table, sensed the stiffness of his shoulders, and started to shake.

Martha Williams hugs her figments here: www.marthawilliams.org.