On the way to your dying – by Leslie Casey

We’ve become an island. Distant from the moon moving the tides,
the wind blowing rain in a slant song through the night.

Strong Like Freyja – By Diana Lynn Gustafson

Annika giggled because she knew there was no place safer than her great-grandfather’s lap where she could listen to Norse legends.

Harold’s Lawn – By Brett Leanne

Irene remembers how the neighbourhood once thrived, pride sprouting up with every sharp blade of Kentucky Blue in tidy patchwork that stretched all the way down the block.

Something Shiny in the Mining Townsite of Mount Sheer – By T.L. Tomljanovic

We watched some of the older kids lay pennies on the rails, defacing the King beneath the train’s heavy iron wheels. Frank wasn’t keen on the idea, but he went along with whatever I said. I always came up with the best ideas.