Black Cat by Michael Chin

Every witch needs her black cat, but I’m allergic.

Imaginary by Marie Lightman

Wooden planked floor,
soaked in decades-old urine.

Emily new friend soaks in the bath.
I hide behind the mirror.

Baby Blue Eyes by Paul Speller

A splash, followed by a giggle and those baby blue eyes lit up.

Bleak Row by Laura Potts

After the first, my star still north and rising,
they patched his purse of blood-burst skin,
my sleeping bud and starless.

Yellow Prism by Ashley Bullen-Cutting

Dearest Harold Greene,

You will note the package that accompanies this correspondence odd and query why it is I have sent such to you, allow me to endeavour to elucidate upon its discovery, circumstance and point.

I Thought We Were Hunting Elk by Brian Jerrold Koester

Eric taught me on the spot
to wear brush, but not too much,
to wear greasepaint even on my hands.

A Demon’s Favor by Karen Thrower

Tranur appeared in a ring of fire, large, black and ominous. He immediately saw the one who summoned him, kneeling just outside the circle.