Six pets, six small plots. “At least she finds comfort in these burials,” dad says to mom. She smiles at them through her perfect tears.
Lee Ann Kalwat (@maystone) lives in rural Ontario with her melded family, many cats, and a herd of suri alpacas.
My son is not here. I thought that he’d forgive me. The eulogy falters as the cold, shadow breath of my regrets fill the lonely church.
Deborah Walker can often be found in the British Museum nicking ideas from ancient cultures.
His parents had told him never to talk to strangers, so he and the man walked together in silence. The woods were very dark.
Steve Calvert is a writer from the UK. His website can be found at http://www.steve-calvert.co.uk
Osama was found between the jaws of the last dinosaur, martyred in seeking to discredit Evolution. They stared, then built TimeMachine No 2.
Meika Loofs Samorzewski (@meika) no longer writes for humans and lives in Tasmania.
She does not care for terrorists or anti-terrorists. She searches the rubble in Basra for fingers, toes, pieces of her missing son.
Tanaz Bhathena is a Toronto-based freelance writer. She is currently working on a collection of short stories.
Chaotic bookshelves are multiplied by mirrors. Impossible as it seems, he picks the right novel in Babel. Now all he has to do is reach it.
Ludimila Hashimoto’s translations into Portuguese include Alan Moore’s Voice of the Fire and Terry Pratchett’s Discworld novels.
Illegal? Don’t care. Stolen? Not the worst of it. I bury the white roots in black earth. The emerald leaves perk. It knows where it belongs.
Ash M.B. has a B.A. in English, is a professional Polynesian dancer, kung fu fighter, and writer.
I sorted and tossed unwanted pieces of my past. I thought I was just making room, opening space, but I was resetting time, growing younger.
Novelist, poet, curmudgeon Steven E. McDonald usually throws the long bombs, but sometimes comes up short.
Ashes fell years ago. War to end war. Hope is a phoenix breaking the gray shell that entombed our fierce past, unfolding 2nd Renaissance.
R. Schuyler Devin: a writer who prefers to walk halls of his own imagining rather than the dark alleys of his past.