The Harbour Bears, by Trevor Shikaze
Another homeless foot in the harbour. Homeless because a foot needs an ankle to feel in place, and because the ankle once belonged to a leg on a person who … Continue reading
Fertility Tree, by Recle Etino Vibal
On the eve of the fertility festival, Halimuyak had second thoughts about bearing a child. She tried hiding her fears, but her trembling hands and pouring sweat made her family … Continue reading
Bonsaiships of Venus, by Kate Heartfield
The work of aesthetics is the aesthetics of work. —Principles of Graphene Cultivation, by Johanne St-Pierre, Vol. II Makoto adjusted the angle of his scalpel’s electron beam, exhaled and made … Continue reading
A Quest for Fire, by Alexandra Seidel
In an old, dusty book, I once found a handwritten note about him. It said, in swirling script, that he collected fires, the fires of the hearth and the heart, … Continue reading
In Winter, by Sonya Taaffe
They call her the robber girl because she takes whatever she wants, and what she wants to take most are lives. She does it best with her Mosin-Nagant, iron-sighted like … Continue reading
Not Her Garden, by Yukimi Ogawa
She was not a princess. She might have been, if times and places had allowed, but for now she was no more than a daughter of a wealthy family. Nevertheless, … Continue reading
For Your Optimal Hookboarding Experience, by Bogi Takács
Cilanter bees fly close to the top of the upper forestsurface in large turquoise swarms. Hookboarders are advised to keep their bee warnings on at all times. Electronic warning systems … Continue reading
When It Comes, Words Fail, by Hayden Trenholm
She put her arm over the back of the seat and cocked her head to the rear. The 546 words lined up behind the trailer hitched like railcars. She threw … Continue reading
Folded House, by Jenny Terpsichore Abeles
Moving Day. Colder than the forecast, my hands red and dry, especially around the knuckles. Mom in her wheelchair, flinching and trying to look cheerful. This is your new start, … Continue reading
Before the Rains Came, by Jack Hollis Marr
It is dusk when the unicorn comes to the boy, under the heavy trees. Dark leaves hang dull, dust-coated, and the air is tired. The boy, curled almost out of … Continue reading
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