New poems/quick fiction/haiku on steriods?

I have some new material on The Boston Literary Journal. It's a form I've been playing with lately, and I'm not quite sure what they're called. On the site, they're labeled as "quick fiction," but not really. I wrote them as prose poems, but I don't think they fit that definition either---at least what I understand of prose poems (which is very little). Basically, they're pieces of writing born as hermaphrodites, confused about their identity. If they make it into my next book of poetry, I assure you they'll be wearing woman's underwear. That's pretty sexy.