Incredibly grateful for upcoming publications in some fabulous places: X-RAY Lit Mag, Whale Road Review, Janus Literary, Bullshit Lit, Gastropoda Magazine, and FlashFlood.
Ya’ll are the gooeyist chocolate chip cookies around.
Image courtesy of American Heritage Chocolate.
I have a new something up with the amazing folks at Cheap Pop. A little something. Actually, a very little something with snakes and knives and being whittled into not much at all.
I did have a pocket knife growing up that was my mother’s, though the rest is a different story altogether.
http://www.cheappoplit.com/home/janna-miller
This amazing, beautiful publication is out and (I need to breathe a little before I say it) contains my quirky micro, “The Larvae of Tree-Dwelling Species Stay Where They Hatch”.
It’s a spontaneous creation nightmare, sort of. It’s a love story, sort of.
The insurance company does not care for the 500 pound robin, at all.
Besides my story, there are nine other, incredible selections. Go read them.
As part of the annual 24 hour event, micros are bursting from the dams, escaping their tethers, and cresting over in waves. My micro, “The Last Spider Lilies of Chester County” entered the river at 8:15 EST.
Amazing mini writing, hourly prompts, and other activities make it a summer fun-day for floating in all the best writerly words.
Which is super amazing and kind of difficult to believe. Out of 1,700 entries? I think I might have snuck in the side door for the party. But that’s OK, I’m eating canapes and pretending I’ve been here all along, with a quick eye for the exit, should I need it.
Funny enough, I was longlisted last summer too, for their flash competition. Still working on getting that one placed, but it seems to be closer to liftoff than before.
Anyway, I just mean that this is my favorite summer thing – to hang out with some other people’s awesome words for a little bit. Like we’re family or something and about to pile into a big station wagon with a handful of bathroom stops. And a cooler-full of ginger ale.
http://www.smokelong.com/the-smokelong-grand-micro-contest-long-list/
My drabble is up at Daily Science Fiction. Takes about three breaths to read. Plenty of time to get back to work on that knitted balaclava and maybe pull some weeds in the garden.
Thrilled to see this piece published with Meow Meow Pow Pow for their Family Crypt theme. I really like this one!
The mission of this publication is to pair writing with art, to share with all. So download the poster and plaster your walls. The paired art with the teeth and carrots was just perfect! Thanks to artist Cassandra Panek.
And as a bonus (?) you can hear me read “Crop Rotation” on the site too.
https://www.meowmeowpowpowlit.com/recent/crop-rotation-by-janna-miller
After the TV turned off, Eva was thoughtful and quiet, while the others chattered like birds. She slid open the glass door and stepped into bright sky, her eldest brother a shadow behind her.
“Evie?”
“How come I didn’t see him?” She wore the ache in her heart like a beacon. “Grandpa’s watching me from the moon, said he would always.”
Suddenly leaning against his side, she twisted a fist against tears.
“Ah, that’s because rocket scientists don’t know everything.”
“No?”
“It’s the wrong frequency, you see. Rocket fuel can’t go the speed of love.”
Eva smiled faintly again. “Lovespeed.”
Layla worried about owls in the pre-dawn, her son sleeping near a circled arm. His feathered hair reminding of flight and soaring love conversely chiseled open rusty chambers of her childhood heart. Inside were beetles, blood poisoning, and cracked mirrors. Of the meaning of owls hooting in threes, while she pulled him close.
53 Word Challenge. Theme: Superstition
Miller's Minuscule Mystories 