(songs) (morning) (butter) (I hate her) (the streets) (trash) (the trash) (gordita) (lunch) (pen) (honkey) (sun) (more) (moon) (here) (late evening/early morning) (Drunk) (bitches sluts…
You’ve pocketed twenty canciones in the San Miguel morning, walking the cobbled streets. Wonder how they did this to the poets; sliced off hands to…
As part of our educational mission, NANO Fiction is making its published archive available online starting January 2nd, 2017. Stories previously published in our print…