Sally Long

  The Door There is no door. How then to make an entrance? Perhaps a dramatic appearance; enter angel stage left, maybe flying in through the open window, or else strolling, nonchalant from the garden, surprising her as she sits at peace on the portico. But there...

James Parris

  The Alchemist The house was strange without one. Corners where it could be swelled daily in their emptiness and threatened to topple the festivity. Contrary under her gaze, he determined that a squat bought thing just wouldn’t do, and, shedding skeptics, picked...

Joanne Key

  Watching Tai Chi in the Park in December She casts her spells under weeping trees. Look down. You landed here by chance, lured by the festive glow of a ruined bandstand, caught up in a honeytrap of peeling paint and decay. You both come here to comb the air for...

Lana Bella

  Eleven Years Tasted Like a Thousand Year Old Chinese Egg eleven years tasted like a thousand-year old Chinese egg doorway cracked windows rusted at the seams– the nights grew thin and red summer gripped me in its fist then winter tricked your shadows into...