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Song for the Barrio Swan
Marisol goes dancing on Fridays. She leaves at dusk, smelling of kiwi and tree branches, walking much taller in her…
Undark
During the day I paint numbers on watch dials so they shine luminescent, but when the factory bell rings, I…
One Minute Thirty-Five Seconds
She wakes to a white-bellied blur, a frantic smudge of a bird looping the motel room. It jerks sideways like…
Marked
The guide led the small group of tourists through the grand foyer of the Powell Hall plantation house. Madison shambled…
All and Sundry
Do not let your children stand in the shopping cart. Do not let them ride in the bottom of the…
2024 Micro Prize Shortlist
Here is the shortlist of 20 micros we couldn’t stop discussing! We’re excited to have sent these stories to judge…
Sweetie Come Brush Me
1. I jump on my bicycle and keep my head straight when I see the girls a grade ahead of…
The Ox and the Magpies
The yellow, lazy heat trickles onto the rice patties still humid with promise. It soaks into the straw hat of…
“Maya is considered an illusion”: A Conversation with Patricia Bidar on Wild Plums
by Erin Vachon In Patricia Bidar’s debut novelette Wild Plums [ELJ Editions, 2024], Maya moves to Oregon with an older…
Or the Highway
You can see the backdrop of my loneliness from the interstate. Today it’s an advertisement for the World’s Largest Truckstop,…
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