The three books on the left are excellent volumes of flash fiction and micro fiction. I really love short form fiction, and I’m always excited to find more of it. I’m on the look out for another excellent volume of micro fiction right now.
My tinfoil moon is so cheap
and glitters prolifically,
unlike the gold sun jailed
in the center of the solar system,
mined to death for its light,
wasted resource above the
bickering buildings with their
fluorescent innards.
Perhaps my dearest half will tear just the
littlest piece of my moon
to fashion me a fashionable ring.
No one loves the crinkled moon as I do,
The glitz and glam of being second best.
Miniature Moon 