On the first of the month, she miscarried in the shower. At her last checkup the ultrasound tech on duty had told her that her baby was about the size of a baby rabbit. It felt strange to hear that, because they usually compared the size to some kind of fruit or another type of …
Assistant Editor Blessing Christopher: Today’s miCRo reimagines a cautionary tale as something more wholesome. There are no villains in this story, but it should not be read as an attempt to launder the wolf’s image. The story identifies the wolf’s appetite in the original Charles Perrault fairy tale as a source of strife, and although …
Associate Editor Andy Sia: Shikhandin’s haunting story pays mind to possession: what we own, what we do not own, and what we feel owed to. Clothing—a metonymy for inheritance—is a spectral presence in the piece, constellating around the body, cinching, draping, slipping. Amid the maw of loss, the piece crescendos toward the end in a …
Depending on the situation and people involved, this outside world may or may not crash like terse waves into said Self, transgressing a felt sense of sovereignty, wholeness, intactness, a concept which is intangible yet real . . . very real.
Sarah Chin’s story navigates the sticky terrain of grief.
An ekphrastic prose poem that makes the artifact embodied through a narrative.
I exit my rideshare and find the pamphlet from Aunt Mi’s funeral in my jacket pocket. That must be the last time I wore this suit, my only suit—three years ago. Funny: one last joke between us. The Rowe Art Institute’s facade sports two dark banners announcing Miriam Ackerman’s (After)Prints: The Digital Second Life of …
Lydia did not vacuum the floors or dust the overloaded bookshelves when the men started returning three years later, in small groups of fifty or five hundred at first. She did not stoop below her daughter’s small white desk, now the centerpiece of the family room, to gather up the tiny construction-paper piles that had …
Alice and her father’s second wife are going to the museum. When the second wife stoops to kiss Alice’s little brothers goodbye, Alice can see all the way up her skirt. They are going to the museum so that Alice’s dad can get some quiet time. All morning, he’s made hushed phone calls in the …
