Welcome to a New Year! I hope yours brings health and happiness, making up for the last few years perhaps. At the least, I hope you achieve the things you want to achieve - whatever that may look like. For me, I’d like to finally get On Solar Winds out there for people to read. … Continue reading One Word (IWSG January)
Julianne, go hometake your dusty shoveland hollow three stepswindward of our treeits boughs bent, unripe fruitdangled over muddy riverroots snagging, thorns bloody with testament to youth's tangled hands stained pockets, thosewild dreamstake your shovel and digand digging, growsteep graves of dry dirtbeneath the rumbling thundertesting lesser courageyet let no rain prevent youpiling soil, peeling timewhile … Continue reading Instructions For Julianne, Upon My Death
In the beginning, it was cold all around. Dark and cold, the kind that seeps into your bones—though in the beginning, you had no bones. No eyes to see light, yet the dream of it was there. And when it came, light, that’s when you knew: the beginning had passed, and darkness would never again … Continue reading Our Closest Celestial
In the hush of dawn, four soft paws pad across a hidden threshold. One step, two, four. The shadow-dappled body holds still for a moment, testing the air. Listening, ears perk. Dust swirls. Dark, heavy ivy twists into the concrete around her. Fresh grass pokes feathered shoots through cracks. Crepuscular insects whir their membranous wings … Continue reading Pripyat
Suze dropped the black sack of Grandpa’s clothes next to an empty machine, fishing for coins in her pocket. She’d rather spend four dollars getting the old clothes clean than buying lollies on the way back from the salvo’s. Grandma’s volunteering stories about smelly garments dumped at her charity shop remained with her. It would … Continue reading Worn With Years
EMMA LOUISE GILL 