I have a short short in the inaugural online edition of Bellingham Review. Here's the first paragraph:
In a backyard in Wheaton, Maryland, I thrust my hand into some sand. I lift out my hand, fingers splayed. Delicate as powder. A silt of the imagination lingers on skin stretched over bone, a ramshackle draft of the x-ray machine: how bone appears. Late morning splinters all around this discovery.You can read other short forms from a host of writers here.
ADDENDUM: I've written a short about the inspiration behind "Drafting the Beast" here.