(Fiction) “Are sandwiches art?”| anniehendrixwrites.substack.com
(Poetry) scrambled, fried, or poached| anniehendrixwrites.substack.com
(Poetry) A poem written for me, not by me| anniehendrixwrites.substack.com
(Short Memoir) Some people don’t like it when I tell them the first song I wrote was a joke.| anniehendrixwrites.substack.com
(Micro Fiction) Selena felt something turn inside her, and she handed the rollie back to him without taking a puff.| anniehendrixwrites.substack.com
(Poetry) I was strong enough to climb the pruner’s rope left idle in the cypress tree.| anniehendrixwrites.substack.com
(Flash Memoir) He left the room briefly and returned with a handful of Pixie Stix candy. “Want to play a game?” He asked, and I said yes because it involved candy, and I was six.| Annie Hendrix
(Fiction) “I just love the great outdoors!” Mark raised his arms and gestured to the quarter acre lot, filled primarily with concrete paths, lawn, and geese droppings.| Annie Hendrix
(Micro Memoir) "I told you the powder-puff blooms near the waterfall reminded me of the bottlebrush flower my first love picked for me one summer."| Annie Hendrix
(Serial Short Sci-fi) Marcus raised the chair and swung it hard at the picture window. The material cracked. The image of the moon flickered and turned black as the shattered screen fell in pieces| Annie Hendrix
(Newsletter) "My favorite part of visiting San Francisco is, of course, the increasingly absurd display of billboards for digital infrastructure products..."| Annie Hendrix
Celebrating Vanya Bagaev's rebellious work of experimental fiction.| anniehendrixwrites.substack.com
