The jay didn’t smile as he stole the seed.
The woman didn’t perceive his grief until she had cast the stone.
Her regret would heal the rift.
[Bio] Jodi: I don’t know who she is except lost in her thoughts and found in her writing.
He became an artist, sculpting electron shells into elements across the periodic table, converting concrete suburbs to jeweled dreamscapes.
Over his brutish shoulder I got a glimpse of her tortured face as he hauled Liberty into the darkness. “I’ll be back,” she mouthed to me.
[Bio] Susan is a freelance writer and children’s playwright from upstate New York.
myriad blinking eyes
witness the dawn
[Bio] When she’s not chasing her kids or writing about science, Julie Bloss Kelsey enjoys staring at trees. Visit her online @MamaJoules .
Taking recycled cargo boxes through clouds
up the well-worn space elevator’s heights
foam swords, deodorant, and I grow warm.
[Bio] K.M. Praschak writes & sometimes looks up at http://is.gd/4Woub- .