By Patricia Poppenbeek ‘I don’t want to go,’ I said to my stepfather. I glanced at Mum, but her eyes were on him, her whole body thin...

By Patricia Poppenbeek I’m interested in chocolate, goddesses (several of whom, like Aine and Queen Mab, became fairies), time travel...

By Geoffrey Dobbs Samson, my father's old dog, was left behind that morning. He lay at our feet beneath the kitchen table, thumping our...

By Geoffrey Dobbs A once sacred place stripped, exposed and violated. Gaping nakedly. ​ We hesitate, peering in - embarrassed, maybe by...

By Geoffrey Dobbs Luna Park in winter – on the big dipper only seagulls scream (Image by Eepeng Cheong on Unsplash)

By Geoffrey Dobbs For Anne Slight, the fingers’ slip, but enough. Brief the fall from light to dark, a fledgling’s flight, no more. But...

By Terry Hastings The kid in the photograph is thin and timid-looking. She clutches nervously at her dress with one hand and shades her...

By Terry Hastings When music played on the radio, I sometimes tried to waltz my mother around our small suburban kitchen. The polished...

By R.J. King Right now cool sand runs through our tingling toes Against the nettling spray, brace lips of salt Icy waves current through...

By R.J. King ​ Lacroix ties Dessicate Beneath my bladed hands. China cups Detonate Creating Dresden rain. In the garden Our marriage bed...