#microfiction – The McNeese Review

Figs

Figs Meg Pokrass __________ She was eating fruit from her tree, gazing with those dark brown eyes. These figs are soready, she said, eying me close. She touched my fingers. How sticky it felt when she focusedon me— irises like fruit flies. You must be thinking I’m someone else, I…

Pride, June ’25

Pride, June ’25 Editor: Vallie Lynn Watson Guest Editor: Robbie Hess Managing Editor: Karris Rae Associate Editor: Taryn White Assistant Editors: Leah Joseph, Jade Turner, Meilyn Woods Deborah Chava Singer, “Rainbow Blossoms,” Digital Artwork Letter from the Editor by Vallie Lynn Watson Letter from the Guest Editor by Robbie Hess…

Cumulonimbus

Cumulonimbus Kathryn Silver-Hajo __________ Mama used to sing to Sami and me at night, sounds of yearning emerging from deep in her chest like a trapped owl was trying to escape. Most mornings, Baba walked us to school, and he’d say he needed quiet so he could plan his day.…

Giant Pandas Eat Bamboo

Giant Pandas Eat Bamboo Rina Palumbo __________ You could hear the steady sound of chewing, the tearing, the chomping, the rhythmic circularmunching of the giant panda. You could hear the ripping, the tearing, the breaking of thebamboo: stems one by one, leaves one by one, new shoots in bunches. You…

Grand Theft Auto Dawg & Nomads

Grand Theft Auto Dawg & Nomads Susan Israel __________ Grand Theft Auto Dawg Mom says, “Where is Smokey?” and you suddenly realize he’s not lying at the foot of yourbed warming your feet and you look around for that heap of golden retriever fluff and jam your feet into well-chewed…

Black History Month, Feb ’25

Black History Month, Feb ’25 Editor: Vallie Lynn Watson Managing Editor: Karris Rae Associate Editor: Taryn White Assistant Editors: Robbie Hess, Leah Joseph, Jade Turner, Meilyn Woods Interns: Ta’Mya Davis, Elaine Schroeder Malina Catlett, “Untitled” Letter from the Editor by Vallie Lynn Watson Letter from the Guest Editor by Meilyn…

Stop Sign, Where We Were, & Where We Came To

Stop Sign, Where We Were, & Where We Came To Gary Fincke __________ Stop Sign My mother, motionless and unblinking, studied the road for so long I began to imagine my sister and I standing on the shoulder, an ambulance parked nearby. Though I had no idea what her condition…

Winter Extravaganza, Jan ’25

Editor: Vallie Lynn Watson Managing Editor: Karris Rae Associate Editor: Taryn White Assistant Editors: Robbie Hess, Leah Joseph, Jade Turner, Meilyn Woods Interns: Ta’Mya Davis, Elaine Schroeder Natalie Popp, This Looks Like a Good Spot for a Nap, digital painting experimenting with lightings effects on mood Letter from the Editor…

Free Pie

Free Pie Eli S. Evans __________ The red painted sign staked into the grass beside the stoplight just off the highway exit said “PIE SALE,” and the rich man followed it in the direction indicated until he came upon a long table stacked with pies set up in front of…

Rubus

Rubus Sara Gonzales-Rothi __________ Each drupelet an August delight. Borne of leaf litter, restored in frosty slumber, blossoming through the thaw, ripened in sun-bake. Betwixt pointer and thumb, then palate and tongue: delectable revelry. The morn stretches left. The eve, right. We find ourselves. Every need satisfied, here in the…