Animals at the Ball by Joy Kennedy-O’Neill
A sequined ball gown glides past me. Eyes in an ostrich mask narrow. “Are you a donkey?”
Good Day for the Clouds by James Hartman
The sky was so clear the blue looked prickly, like if you raised your palm it might cut your skin, but the sun was mild and there was no breeze as Jonathan sat in his old beach chair in his open garage and closed his eyes.
Where Your Eyes Used to Be by Nod Ghosh
The first time I took you from your grave, there were spaces where your eyes used to be.
Unconditional Dependence by Sarah Salway
The New Government announce that all categories of love now need to be evidence-based in order to guarantee full citizen rights. Parental love is top of the list.
The Pink Balloon by David Drury
My daughter chooses blue, but the balloon man talks her into pink. A helium-filled latex teardrop bouncing at the end of a long string at the end of a long afternoon brining in the smells of the county fair.