We Are Here For Your Son by Zvezdana Rashkovich

There were six of them. I noticed odd details as I opened the door. They all seemed to be the same height as if they had been recruited on the basis of that standard alone. They were smallish but compact, projecting an aura of authority within the limited space. One of them was a woman. Her black abbaya shrouded her completely like the wings of a crow, unseen against the blackness of the night outside. Her veil revealed a pretty but grim face. Odd too, was the fact that the men... Read More

Duck-Egg Blue by Tayla Dalziel

Wednesday is Bin Day. I remembered on Tuesday night. But I wouldn’t stop chatting in the car, would I? I forgot to brush my teeth before bed, and you leant over me whilst I slept. Fingers snapping and tight mouth turning white, tilted head clamping the voice to your shoulder. That was it. Door shut, with the dog inside. Molars closing in, pushing saliva back and down through black air, lip corners buckling under pupils. Dense, and small. I haven’t seen yours since Friday. A... Read More

Dream by JP Reese

I see my mother dancing, damp skin aglow, bare feet drawing circles in the moonlight silvered sand. Tanagers wing their evening way across the Puerto Rican sky. My mother laughs; a Heron lifts its head, majestic in his stilt-legged pose, alert, but unafraid of Mami’s joy. Her body ripples like a breeze as orchid petals droop with bees. Her striped skirt twirls around her thighs. My father follows with his eyes her daring, dizzy, death-defying dance. Soft mangoes fill a cloth tossed... Read More

Water Under The Bridge by Burgess Stanley Needle

Jake’s evening started poorly when he realised his romancing of the only other American woman in the provincial capital wasn’t working. He’d plied her with Thai desserts and foot rubs for three hours before she languidly got to her feet and told Jake he absolutely had to leave. It was her house, he was a male visitor and all the Thai teachers in Buriram knew he was inside. If he stayed, her reputation would be ruined forever. When he’d first arrived at her house, the weather... Read More

Water Knows The Secret by Jacqueline Jules

My new phone is a foreign country using an alphabet I can’t decode. The soap I’ve used for the last decade has disappeared from grocery shelves. Even my bank was sold, and I can’t remember its new name. No wonder I feel unsteady, in need of my blue-haired neighbor’s metal walker.   Once, I heard on the news that people who live the longest, with the most satisfaction, are the most resilient, meaning they resemble the leak in my upstairs shower— always finding a... Read More

May Day At The Farm by Rodney Nelson

morning opened with enough sun but a wind of more asperity than who wanted to bathe in             standing melt water and runoff had bedraggled the prairie that showed unnoted green in a ditch and mud farther out                                        weather had had a field day and who wanted to have another with this slough country would not get it now             some bloodroot flowered white anyway in a gray cottonwoods... Read More