The end began as the beginning did, midwinter, and we can almost imagine that there is a little bit more elusive light in the sky every day. It’s still fucking cold though.
The Month Vignettes by Amelia Leff
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The Volunteers by Julie Christine
Half a mile into the ten-mile drive between Paonia and the scraggly five acres east of Hotchkiss, Meghan cranks down the window.
Lessons in Hiding by Ellen Storey
“Love your scarf … that colour really suits you.” My gaze falls downwards. Sparks fly from the smouldering images my friend has inadvertently stoked. I’m back in an eleven-year-old head again.
Patron Saint of My New World Order by Kendra Ferguson
talking with my historian is / throwing up at the art museum / descending a staircase nude / emerging from a well
Queen of Small Carnivores by Heather Palmer
Now that the end was here, she pulled her aching body from the bed. Forty-five minutes of pulling, grinding of bones and fighting taut tendons.
Never Speak to Me of Things Without Soul by Flaminia Colella
Never speak to me / of things without soul / they don’t do it for me / or for you.
With Nothing On by Flaminia Colella
A day will come / in which you will / ask me why I love you. / I will answer / with the only image of you I know
The Worst View in the World by Jayne Marshall
Everyone warned me that I should lie, and so I did. Upon arriving at Tel Aviv’s Ben Gurion airport, I carefully rehearse the untruths I had devised on the plane.
You Resist by Flaminia Colella
You resist. / I hear it still / your heart / sobbing down / muted streets / in search of / an escape route.
A Leith Turning by Ian Farnes
I had stood by the water’s edge before, wondering if the drop and the cold could take me. I felt a sickness, heavy in my throat, by the way my words had lain quiet behind closed tight teeth and lips.