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
Glasswort, Ice, by Emily B. Cataneo
1- The dirge She is an old woman. She won’t say how old, but she’s lived long enough to see the city slip from its status as a bustling port—stevedores … Continue reading
A Boy and His Cat-Bean, by Kyle E. Miller
Ages after all the others had fallen off their rails, one last M.O.T.H.E.R. sonic sprayer tended the bean fields spread across the fertile crescent of flatlands called the Green Moon. … Continue reading
Last Stand at Cougar Annie’s, by Scott R Jones
Pure Helen has a catchphrase she uses whenever she takes Andy down. She calls it a joke, but it isn’t, because jokes are supposed to have a funny bit at … Continue reading
The Fourth, by Naomi Manao
The first time Sorrow placed her newborn infant in the pea-green boat and gently pushed it out to sea, the boat did not come back for many days. When … Continue reading
Marta Ranunculus Wolf Calf, by Gillian Barlow Graham
In a small town by the sea, there lived a woman named Ranunculus and her three children. Ranunculus worked as a butcher, but she refused to sell veal because her … Continue reading
Jonathan’s Heaven Has Many Cats, by Rachael K. Jones
These are the things I know about Jonathan: he is a white man. Scotch-Irish on his father’s side, and Danish on his mother’s. He is American, born and raised in … Continue reading
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