map Macro-Fiction Archives

Ask and It is Given

Issue No. 182 ~ July, 2012

The call came at midnight, St. Patrick’s. The poignancy unbearable – Damon in the witness box, green tie iridescent under City Hall florescent lights. Barry, awaiting his third try for the bar, was more than adequate as defense.

Jesus in the Field of Land Mines

Issue No. 181 ~ June, 2012

When she and the medical team finally arrived at the tiny airport in Phnom Penh, she stepped out into the heat of a blast furnace and immediately felt her clothes soaked in perspiration.

Brad’s House

Issue No. 181 ~ June, 2012

Brad and Stacie were always in bed when I arrived--lights off. Each time I put the key in to enter their house, I wondered if they had changed the locks. But it never happened.

Old Avenger

Issue No. 180 ~ May, 2012

Fifteen to one, he said. Three miles, two furlongs, good to soft. And he had an operation a week ago too, trainer said he wasn’t breathing well in his last race. Good earner if it comes through.

I Digress Back into Pordova

Issue No. 180 ~ May, 2012

Pordova lives outside of Portland in a house with a wall that should have been a deck; long floorboards run its length and break, intersect, and align.

Passage From the Old Country

Issue No. 179 ~ April, 2012

“These houses were built by people from Ukraine!” Olga says angrily. “It is strong like me. Your husband healed me. Look! No more hip problems.” She bends down in a downward facing dog yoga posture. The women clap.

Open Wide

Issue No. 179 ~ April, 2012

She said nothing. What was there to say? I'm frequently hungover. Many of my evenings and nights are spent drunkenly fumbling around my ex-husband's property. I have successfully absconded with the garden hose, the tiller, and three yard gnomes.


Issue No. 179 ~ April, 2012

Subconsciously, I sniff the air a couple of times. I am going to call the police. I am walking and, suddenly bump right into someone, that comes out of nowhere.

Secret of Jellybeans

Issue No. 179 ~ April, 2012

“Pinch it,” he said. He put his hand on my bare thigh, grabbed my hand and put it on top of his hand. “Why are the lights off in here?”