A Pestilence Come for Old Ma Salt, by Dayna K. Smith
Not everyone was well on Verity Mountain. Had Ma Salt known that, she would’ve chosen not to pass the jug and tell fibs all night long. No matter how good … Continue reading
Auto-Rejection: An Outro, by Nin Harris
All of the Bunian Empress’s lizard bomohs, and all of her crocodile-men could not make a spell strong enough to get rid of two lumps. 1.5 centimetres in diameter, perfectly … Continue reading
Her Cactus Heart, by Evelyn Deshane
The cacti bloomed red flowers whenever it rained. At first, everyone thought the flower buds were just pricks on the green cactus skin, sprouting as soon as the plant slurped … Continue reading
Hemera, Hespera, Euphrone, by Kathryn Weaver
Listen: I sing of sunlight’s taste like honeyed fruit, of sunlight’s warmth like wine, of sunlight’s scent like hyacinth. It sticks in my throat. It sweetens my lips. It enlivens … Continue reading
The Waking of Giants, by Adrian Simmons
I. My name is Crethon and those who listen to the tales of wandering poets or spend the night in the guesthouse of King Peritas will know who I am. … Continue reading
Moths to the Flame, by Daniel Rosen
These letters have been ordered in as accurate a sequence as possible. Needless correspondence has been eliminated, that we might more clearly depict the events which led to revolt in … Continue reading
To Sing the Sky from Disarray, by Devan Barlow
There were four of them. There were always four, the chosen quartet who in truth chose themselves by answering the echo. Joining their voices to the songs so old even … Continue reading
Camouflage, by JB Park
It slips out of its skin. Hints of glistening scales, lapped and overlapped like leaves on the mulching floor. A multitude flapping with lives of their own. Noise scatters from … Continue reading
When Dooryards First in the Lilac Bloomed, by B. Morris Allen
A Shy and Hidden Bird The thrush led me astray. He with his puffed-out speckled chest and spindly legs, his impudent beak gated open and closed in song. He that … Continue reading
At the Still Point, by Suzanne J. Willis
Alice and her wild song. That’s why I’m here, wandering the shore from dawn until dusk, collecting bottled messages the current drags in. Sometimes, I think I hear the hoarse … Continue reading
