New prose: Ariane Synovitz is on holiday

Les grandes vacances For a child, two months is an eternity. An eternity of watching the shape of clouds change: the ground sinks into my back, bugs tickle my arms and the afternoon stretches out. Look, here is a dolphin, here is a dragon. Here is a dog,...

Two lion poems from Chris Beckett

The Night Lion  Dust devils, scratchy wind, a boy who    hearing things has got up and parted the tent flap, steps out to find himself in the court of the Night Lion. Neither sees the other well, the boy, well,    he is sleepy and the...

New flash fiction by Jac Cattaneo

The Rain That FallsI’m drenched, but she’s holding up well. The beach is jumping with splashes, more lively than the sea with its waves pulled back to a whispering line. Today she’s going to be washed away by raindrops. Identical twins they called us, Alana and...

Katherine Gallagher is dancing

DancingNothing has dulled my feel for earth,its stern gravity-pull,its cushion of dark.Neighbours in the flat belowhear my feet tappingwhile the rest of the house sleeps.When I dance in daylight, boards creak:samba, tango, waltz.I have acres and acres to dance...