Through the Glass

by Lucy Zhang Everyone lives in a glass box; he calls himself their keeper. The slightly curved glass panes extend up and around them, leaving the Munro’s Globemallow peeking from the side of the walkways and the freshly cut grass and artificial hills in plain view. Sometimes he imagines what they see: can they distinguish the Beaked Yucca from Aztec Read More

The Artist Studies the Effect of Sadness on Her Own Face

by Amanda McLeod Sadness changes the shape of my face Lines of happiness get redrawn in a different direction with a heavy pencil that only pulls down Eyes have their sparkle  erased Hooded shields appear puffy, and the corners are tugged at by a memory that once, things were better Fine traces  of watercolour tears stain my skin a different Read More

Elephants Never Reflect – Vampire Edition

Countess Phantula has arrived to say Happy Halloween to all the pachyderm ghouls and zombies. Just, don’t expect to see her in a mirror. Elephants never reflect. You may also enjoy her elebat form.

Vampire elephants never reflect in a mirror.

Countess Phantula has arrived to say Happy Halloween to all the pachyderm ghouls and zombies. Just, don’t expect to see her in a mirror. Elephants never reflect. You may also enjoy her elebat form.

Reflect

Rick eases onto a stool as the counter server sets down his mug. On the makeshift stage in the corner, Powell starts a new song. “Yeah, big guy, that’s the one!” Rick yells, mug halfway to his lips. Then more softly, “Mmm, good coffee. Zoning board must require proof of coffee quality if you call it a ‘diner’. Oh, and Read More