Mikki Aronoff πŸ”ˆ


You tagged me with this meme: The deer isn’t crossing the road / The road is crossing the forest, the hind’s hooves tentative, skittering, eyes in constant startle, and so of course I surmise I am directed to side-step the MΓΆbius strip of traffic swerving inside you, the honk and curse of decrees snagging in your throat and I wonder (but not aloud) if this a problem we need to solve right now, but here we are and what else is there to do (there are weeds), and so I child again, try, as trained, to second-guess and cosset, to remain nonplussed in this dry country of hard gestures, your palms in psalms of imprecation so unlike moss or pine a deer could die of fright.

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Mikki Aronoff’s work appears or is forthcoming in The Ekphrastic Review, MacQueen’s Quinterly, Intima, Thimble Literary Magazine, London Reader, SurVision, Rogue Agent, Popshot Quarterly, The South Shore Review, The Fortnightly Review, Feral, The Phare, Milk Candy Review, Flash Boulevard, New World Writing, Emerge, The Disappointed Housewife, Tiny Molecules, Microfiction Monday Magazine, Potato Soup Journal, RubyLit, Bending Genres, Gone Lawn, Mslexia, and elsewhere. Her stories and poems have received Pushcart and Best Microfiction nominations.