With this issue, Six Little Things formally celebrates its first birthday, albeit prematurely, since issue number one was not pulled together until early January.  It also commemorates a huge upward spike in website hits and submissions.  With the batch of submissions I received for this issue, I could have easily accepted four issues' worth of very nice paragraphs, but that's not how I'm doing things.  We work one issue at a time here.

It's almost a redundant title, this "Tiny Tiny Objects" business.  That's what we're all about here, at Six Little Things: creating, publishing, promoting, these little chunks of words that are something other than flash fictions, something other than poems without the line breaks.  I guess one day I can do some stupid presentation at the AWP or something about this genre of writing.  What I'm doing now, I think, is field work, collecting my butterflies without necessarily feeling obliged to define the exact parameters of the species yet.  Some of the pieces I read satisfied my expectations so perfectly I had to take them, but some of them I took because they were so unlike the perfect but theoretical pieces I imagined in advance.  But all of them have that almost painterly, jewel-like quality of a small, delicate, finely wrought object, the kind of art one keeps in a drawer near one's bed and takes out to admire periodically.