The Children by Emily Harrison

I was damp and tired when he finally showed up – August rain in the Dales is anything but fresh.

Girl Who Spiralled by Amanda Oosthuizen

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.

Illusory by Robert Beveridge

I had thought I looked out
over fields, grass that stretched
between horizons.

in all by Paul Koniecki

when i told you
spirits came

in a bottle
the sky turned

Deep Edges by G.E. Smith

After driving by it for months, he finally stopped to see if it was a pit or shadow from the nearby trees.

Singing for These Dancing Bones by Jenne Kaivo

Vultures and bones and briars and stones.
This is not the right place
and I’d like to go home.

The Dolorous Hour by Jude Cowan Montague

I woke up once. It was still night, I knew.
I was running lying down. Such a night head.

Hagstone by Susan Castillo Street

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.

light holes by John Reinhart

There’s a hole with light streaming out of it. Somebody left the light on.