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.
Read More Strong Like Freyja – By Diana Lynn GustafsonAnnika giggled because she knew there was no place safer than her great-grandfather’s lap where she could listen to Norse legends.
Read More Strong Like Freyja – By Diana Lynn GustafsonIrene 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.
Read More Harold’s Lawn – By Brett LeanneA wind gathered and you blew back up into my face, and I was left coughing. Now you’re in my lungs, in my very breath.
Read More Jim – by Michele Anne-Marie DicksonSometimes a pawn, one step and one step only forward; sometimes a knight, rounding a corner for a fresh view; but always the queen at heart, ready to move in any direction for the chance to stake my claim in the game of life.
Read More Chess moves dance moves bad moves home moves – by Amanda Le RougetelWe pick wild blueberries, yet my mouth stains purple
as she places one on my lips and I suck it inside,
crushing it with my eager tongue.
She wishes she hadn’t said they could walk alone while she dressed. They still have not reappeared.
Read More Capo D’Orlando – by Shaun BernierYou didn’t say a word about whether she knew that I was the eye behind the viewfinder.
Read More Shadows – by Véronique BéquinWith her right hand at one o’clock on the steering wheel and left hand deep into a one-pound bag of Mister Bee potato chips, Aunt Mary Jo remarked, “We’ll just keep going until we get there.”
Read More Hiraeth – by Rhonda E CarperThe burnt roast from yesterday hanging in the air,
another, in a long list of disappointments.
I think maybe
I will–if only to play
at Mary Magdalene.