My father would’ve worn faded work-jeans: picking out a different pair every morning from his cycle of Wranglers, each of them bearing the circles of Copenhagen…
When fire eats the corner house, I walk a different way. I don’t like the bones of it, how easily the snow blows through. There is…
The sun in September is a hammer, is a circular saw. You were using a belt sander on the Saltillo tile in the kitchen. I wanted…
We know: we’re sick of seeing everyone’s annual saccharine Instagrams of their #baes, too. Valentine’s Day is often viewed through literal rose colored glasses, but…
Moira McAvoy: Your piece, “Runs in My Veins,” is one of my favorites from NANO Fiction’s issue 9.1. I particularly loved your fresh take on…
NANO Fiction will reopen for general submissions on February 1. At that time, please send previously unpublished works of fiction 300 words or fewer for possible publication…
NANO Fiction: Your recent collection, Fissures, consists of one hundred 100-word stories. (We’re delighted to publish “Shirley Temple” from the collection issue 9.1 of NANO…
Even though we’re only 11 days in, a lot has already happened in 2016! El Chapo has been recaptured, Apple lost $52 Billion, and North…
MoiraMcAvoy: Your speaker in issue 9.1’s “Volleyball” is deeply layered, both sympathetic and immensely unsettling in their tightrope walk between loneliness and voyeurism, and the…