in all by Paul Koniecki

when i told you
spirits came

in a bottle
the sky turned

Ten Thousand Lions by Catfish McDaris

Blood curdling screams filled the inky darkness.

Spring Bride by Sue Phillips

The snow in Spring drifts like a feather quilt
With patches, here and there, of leaf and bloom

The Guest Room Closet by James H Duncan

Castleton on the river where Dutch
sailors roamed with Henry Hudson
in an age of haunted hollows

Afterthought by Ali Jones

Please consider this a note of apology.
We didn’t know that you were the last.

Chimaera by Steven Bruce

Her slender fingers brushed the palm of his hand.
+++ ‘Your hands are rough,’ she said, kissing them.
+++ ‘Oh, thanks,’ he said.
+++ ‘They’re still my favourite part of you.’

Suffer Not the Little Children by Gary McGuigan

He found the corpse early morning.

The Baby’s Foot by Belinda Rimmer

Pearl-Susannah rarely brought friends home – Pa didn’t make them welcome. He didn’t approve of friends, didn’t see the need of them. He had none of his own.

Meditation by Jacqueline Knight Cotterill

Drifting in the Sanctuary,
whispered into submission,
voice echoing like the plop of
stone dropped into well water.