They came from the dark warmth of our mothers’ wombs, held tight in our little arms as we slipped into the world. A knot of fluff and claws no bigger than a peach. Doctors were confused, nurses shocked. Continue reading Born With Bears by Philip Webb Gregg
Do we love, or do we love ourselves
in each other’s eyes? Continue reading Hunger by Kate O’Donnell
The thing wearing Anna’s face is making breakfast. This isn’t how it starts.
It starts when Erik is reading in the study, papers scattered across the desk, rubbing circles into his temples. Continue reading The Mind’s Eye by Margaret McDonald
Eventually they began to overwhelm us. Granted, it was never a dull moment with them around: they were often colourful and shiny, and would reflect sunlight in pleasing, shimmering ways. But they were so floaty and easily disturbed that they’d get everywhere as soon as you walked anywhere near them. Continue reading The Little Triangular Pieces of Plastic by Michael Conley
I wasn’t greedy.
I was careful.
I was consistent. Continue reading Each Time History Repeats Itself, They Say The Price Goes Up by Shannon Savvas