Observe
By Leora Adler
I saw caterpillars in chrysalises hanging in strings strung from the trees.
A spider’s web collected light from the sun
that fell through the gaps in the trees…
Reflected Black
By Amelie Meinel
Mara stepped onto her father’s estate, and the gate yawned closed behind her like a jaw dislocated by time. Her palms grew clammy as the crumbling loomed over her, her instincts screaming at her to turn around, to flee. The smell of rot hung thick in the air, heavy in her lungs. Underneath it lay something more familiar, the smell of pipe smoke and dust; the fragrance of her father…