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…
Indents
By Sarara Scivyer
there are indents of our history across my body
from you there are coloured kisses tracing from my neck to my shoulder
like clay i am made of markings that you have left …
What We Had Left
By Sarara Scivyer
There was a time when I was little when all my dad did was watch birds. He’d spend hours sitting in the yard, gazing up at the trees dotting our small property, sitting and waiting. He was nothing if not patient…
Sion
By Atlas Keighley
I think about that night on occasion. Sometimes questions rise unbidden to the forefront of my mind, and I toss, turn, and will my mouth to stay clamped shut.
Thanatomania
By Amelie Meinel
‘Do you ever think about dying?’
I turned toward her. ‘What?’
‘You know, dying.’ She turned to face me, her head propped in one hand, the other idly twirling a blade of grass.
Paper Thin
By Amelie Meinel
I’m
falling apart
The Laundry Girls
By Aimee Tacon
A single clothesline runs across the stage, bare. There is a low drumming as the LAUNDRY GIRLS enter, baskets in hand, to take their place.
Stains
By Sarara Scivyer
It has stained the grout. It’s bleeding between the tiles and I can’t get it out. On my knees, sweat trickling down my back, I scrub.