Time of Sand by Amélie Olaiz
(translated by Toshiya Kamei) I put colorful daisies in a vase, made up my bed with white sheets, and savored the fragrance of basil in pouches I kept under the pillows. After lighting blue candles, I opened my windows to hear the wind sing. Determined to wait, I read a…
A Land Girl Liaison by Juliette van der Molen
War torn world— stripped of men- stockings turned wool withwhipcord breeches— muddy brown brogues— rooted earth.Your forest eyes fell me– tree at your feet. ButLand girls know their place. Hands calloused— fields tilled by feminine strength. Stilllipstick stains your coffee cup. My thumb brushesA wandering wish I don’t understand. But,Land…
A Moment Lasts Forever by Christina Tang-Bernas
“Do you consent to this procedure of your own free will?” The woman in the white coat didn’t look up from her tablet, her words measured and monotone. Sona gripped the edges of her chair. The woman had probably seen so many people in the exact same position as Sona,…
morning routine. by Taryn Dixon
As I sit here on the front porch— I drink a cup of coffee alone and stare at the rocking chair your body used to fill. The sun is rising and the colors should make me marvel but everything seems faded now. This cup of coffee no longer tastes of …
Where jam jars lie by Adele Winston
Sometimes I lie awake at night thinking about that mountain.Where foxgloves sway and I could spendall day picking wimberries with the others. As butterflies pass like floating charms and crickets bounce from nowhere into anywhere. Lets leave our jam jars awhile, run like rats through the heather to the stile by the secret streamfull of newts.…
Point Blank, Part 2 by Paige Bagby
Chapter 3 After a lengthy application process that involved background checks spanning lifetimes he had never experienced, Cal received his license. This took the form of a device that appeared to be a white pocket watch with no discernable features on the face whatsoever. With some time, he learned how…
Tomorrow, A Physicist Sat On Your Sofa by Jonathan Payne
Dedicated to physicist Carlo Rovelli Tomorrow, a physicist sat on your sofa. He sipped politely the tea you had made for him, and nodded sagely to acknowledge your many questions. These were, he said, quite normal for someone hearing his ideas for the first time. His own students raised similar…
On London Bridge on Hallowe’en by J.E.A. Wallace
I was being followed by The Ghost of Christmas PastUntil I turned and enquired ‘What are you doing?’ He shrugged I awoke (sound of twisting bone under his threadbare cloak) ‘Now look here, my good fellow,you know it’s not even December.’ He said No, but it will be soon (teeth grinning orange like a…
Visupada by Srivalli Rekha
The magic of the Visupada* (autumnal equinox) was in the air. Trees danced in the breeze, birds chirped from their nests, stars sparkled in the inky sky. Dressed in dark robes, a woman rushed through the woods to the tree that carried her child. It was a strange land where humans mated…
Parallax by Mark Gilbert
A Haiku Sequence arch of sandstone strange constellationsthe same old moon my reflectiontravelling backwardsinto my past Hubble telescopeobserving the pastand the future *”my reflection” was previously published by The Haiku Foundation for the Window Haiku feature in April 2018 *”Hubble telescope” was previously published in Abyss & Apex in Issue 16 (2005) ____________________________________________________________…
Take Us On A Journey To Somewhen
