I was damp and tired when he finally showed up – August rain in the Dales is anything but fresh. Continue reading The Children by Emily Harrison
She woke up one morning and found the coccolith nestled in the palm of her left hand like a secret. When she tried to pick it off, it settled, winking mischievously. Continue reading Girl Who Spiralled by Amanda Oosthuizen
I had thought I looked out
over fields, grass that stretched
between horizons. Continue reading Illusory by Robert Beveridge
when i told you
in a bottle
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After driving by it for months, he finally stopped to see if it was a pit or shadow from the nearby trees. Continue reading Deep Edges by G.E. Smith
Vultures and bones and briars and stones.
This is not the right place
and I’d like to go home. Continue reading Singing for These Dancing Bones by Jenne Kaivo
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
There’s a hole with light streaming out of it. Somebody left the light on. Continue reading light holes by John Reinhart