Tessie ran and ran and ran in big, wide circles. Her flaxen hair blew like laughing wheat, her Brandeis-blue dress covered with snowy polka dots that shifted this way and that in the crisp Atlantic breeze of the early year. Tessie was like a butterfly—you couldn’t catch her, but she was beautiful to look at. Continue reading Annalisa! by Scáth Beorh
Wooden planked floor,
soaked in decades-old urine.
Emily new friend soaks in the bath.
I hide behind the mirror. Continue reading Imaginary by Marie Lightman
A splash, followed by a giggle and those baby blue eyes lit up. Continue reading Baby Blue Eyes by Paul Speller