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by Joseph Young Read author interview September 28, 2009


The train waited like a tiger, breath in the grass. She climbed the deep embankment. Water? she said, to the child, a tar-stained cat.


He handed her over the pile of crabs, waving white in the hull. Thanks, she said, to her receiver. The man put her down, pointed toward him, his particular crossing.


The lamb had weathered to a set of knobs. Meanwhile, next to it, the stone kept accountable the sky. Jesus, he said, in wont of water.


The waves were dark though adorned in the domes of jellyfish. Toward one she threw a stone. Theyre my grandfather drowning, she said. Sand had caught in her ears, the tender band of her suit.


Each day, the sky was ruined, black and greened. Newspapers carried ink to the streets.

About the Author:

Joseph Young writes microfiction in Baltimore. His work has recently appeared in Lamination Colony, Wigleaf, and FRiGG, and he has work forthcoming in Cake Train and Grey Sparrow Journal. A volume of his microfiction, "Easter Rabbit," will be published by Publishing Genius Press in December 2009.

About the Artist:

Robinson Accola creates artwork for SmokeLong Quarterly as needed.