Day Nineteen

by Gina Bright Day One All six eyes fixed on him after he turned on the lights. They trusted him in spite of his masked face. “Good morning, little cancer fight...

Blackbird

by Kathy Miles In his stern black feathers he swifts from elm or oak to claim his patch of seed. His song drips into sluggish veins, the fluency of music, as bl...

Swīn

by Philippe Atherton-Blenkiron “Pigs […] are leading pretty miserable lives.” – Peter Singer I exist under a pink sky; a canopy of blankets lined with caricatur...

Mei Lan

by Brenda Kay Ledford Longs for a home she’s never seen ancient land, legends a small creature stretched out napping on a limb like any animal caged behind glas...