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Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Rose

The outdoors was floss, gray. In the outer field a sheep stood by a tree, feet in wet leaves. They were in their room, spread on the bed. Things rose and fell--he rose. She had two thoughts: bloom, time. She rose.
Posted by Joseph Young at 7:43 AM

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Easter Rabbit, a collection of microfiction, from Publishing Genius.

5 drawings of the maryland sky, from Ink Press.




Small Houses project
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Small Dogs Elsewhere

  • 12 Micros @ FRiGG
  • 3 Micros @ Lamination Colony
  • Bijou/Music @ Rock Heals
  • Deep Falls @ JMWW
  • Flash Cracking @ God Shuffles His Feet
  • God Not Otherwise @ Publishing Genius
  • How We Dwell
  • Micro Debate! w/ Randall Brown! @ FRiGG
  • Photographers @ SmokeLong
  • Poems on Small Dogs @ Alice Blue
  • What, Me? Hardly @ Exquisite Corpse

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