The town had been a river port. Barges filled with golden grain had steamed away. Ships filled with wines, pianos, furs and jewels had arrived. Continue reading Artists in the Underworld by Richard Wayne Horton
A thousand fireflies flocked
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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)