I woke up once. It was still night, I knew.
I was running lying down. Such a night head. Continue reading The Dolorous Hour by Jude Cowan Montague
Flat grey stone, holed through its core.
Some call it adderstone, say it comes
from stings of snakes. Others call it
witch stone, good to ward off nightmares,
keep the dark at bay. Continue reading Hagstone by Susan Castillo Street
‘The howl that sits in
by your black hole
of teeth’ (from The Shape of a Forest by Jemma L. King)
Continue reading Were by Bryan Marshall
There’s a hole with light streaming out of it. Somebody left the light on. Continue reading light holes by John Reinhart