MORNING GLORY By Cindy Pereira

  In the gloom of the morning sun With the rising mist on lichen walls When birds are mute within their nests And spiders lounge in gossamer halls And tucked within my sheets of warmth Smiling in some lazy trance I doze, I wake and doze again Floundering on a...

MY DEAR JOHN LETTER By John K. Wilkins

Dear John, I don’t know how you will take this, but I’ve weighed everything up and made a decision, one you will not necessarily like. I think back to early in our relationship, when I was desperate to show you off to my family and friends at my cousin’s wedding. But...

HER MOTHER, CLEMENCE By Talina Hurzeler

Claire’s mother, Clemence, had never left the snow behind. It floodlit her beaming smile and sparkled in her skin, which was paler-smoother-younger than any of the other mothers’. And that was about right, considering the fairy-tale childhood she’d spent in her...

THE MOON LOOKS IN By Diane Simkin

  The moon looks in at the window, staring, and I stare back. The moon lights up my body while the room stays inky black. The moon comes in at the window, presses its face to mine. ‘Look,’ it breathes, ‘at the things you’ve lost.’ But my dazzled eyes are blind....

THE PAISLEY-PATTERNED SOFA By Suzanne Wacker

In summer, our room was like an oven. When the afternoon sun shone like a spotlight on our wall, we stripped down to our underwear and drank iced tea. We bickered over who’d used the last of the ice cubes and laughed like maniacs while we dripped cold water on each...

WALKER’S FATE By Paul Macleod

Squeal… Squeal… Squeal. It was only when Walker stopped that he noticed it. The silence. How long had the trolley wheel been making that noise? He didn’t know. It was a few miles since he last stopped. Funny how you got used to things that got slowly...