by Miracle Monocle / Announcements / February 18, 2026
If you have not yet heard the good news, the MM team is delighted to announce that we are now taking submissions for our next micro-anthology, Tales That Survived the Fire. In this book, we are looking to echo a …
by Miracle Monocle / News / February 9, 2026
We’d like to cordially invite you to the Miracle Monocle Valentine’s Day Open Mic in collaboration with the University Writing Center, which is slated to take place at 5 PM on Thursday, February 12, in Ekstrom Library, room 132. Share a seasonally-appropriate …
by Miracle Monocle and James Champion / Poetry
Poppies burst violently to lifein the muck of me.My dream was born sickly, unwhole,so that my pregnancy assumed shadowhood, followed me nagginglyinto waking. My dream, lichen-eaten,frail, needed constant repottingand gasped for water. Now look at my companions: thesecolorless sheets who …
by Miracle Monocle and Kari Gunter-Seymour / Poetry
Please tell me I did not squealat the sound of those first ear-poppingguitar licks, throw my hands in the air,kick off my pearly pink pumps,hike up my leggings, pranceacross the dance floor, shouting lyrics,slinging the pumps round and arounda slight …
Ron Whitehead / Poetry
poets come out of your toilets you’ve been holed up too long playing with yourselves with your wastes you’re wasting away all olfactory sensations dead what with your head now situated on your posterior one eyed cyclopian peering down into …
by Miracle Monocle
MIRACLE MONOCLE | Issue One, Winter 2010
THE FLOOD
by Sarah Blackman
Instructions: To read this story you will need ten standard-size notecards (or other comparably-sized cardstock), one binder clip, one hole punch, scissors, …
by Miracle Monocle
Weekend Tectonic The raw and marbled pork shoulder lay bare on the table so she rested her shoulder against it. Her mother’s crusty plates schemed in the sink while legions of ants pillaged a …
by Miracle Monocle
The Road to Hell and Tallahassee
Florence Bowman was ready to leave home. Her little brother looked as though he was ready to leave the planet.
Standing at the end of her driveway, …
by Miracle Monocle
I Am in Love with a Database
I am in love with a database. It’s not likely you’ve met it, though you can find it on the internet. I call it kalliope, and it’s my everything. At least if “everything” …
by Miracle Monocle
I WOULD GIVE YOU A DRAWN LINE There is a line that runs from me to you. Someone could walk it like a tightrope. There are a lot of people involved— Me. You. Whoever came to watch below. Maybe that …
by Miracle Monocle
Where I Live
And her cold cracked feet become my cold cracked feet. At night, it is hard to hide them. Underneath covers trying to forget where you have been. Trying not to think inside dirt roads and small …
by Miracle Monocle
Like Flicks of Flame
There’s very little point in keeping two yellowish red and black wings from a moth that’s disarrayed one finds in the grass. I could have mistaken them for petals, but I knew what they were, …
