Micro Fiction by Matthew Chamberlin
[76 words] Trucks Sometimes I think I too will die or merely come apart in mists,only to curl and re-cohere, as banks of automotive smog, …
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“Foe” by Matthew Chamberlin
Hidden under sheets of ice invisible as dreams in glass comes smoldering behind, my foe who shoulders fire and steel aside, rides elevators high and …
“Neigborhood” by Matthew Chamberlin
This neighborhood is all I know, these placid lawns and cars consumed by blooms of rust where things move underneath the surface —parts and widens, …