Love is Blue by Rebekah Skochinski
‘Poets love love, do they not? They love describing, deconstructing, cornering, hi-jacking, naming, owning.’
The Witching Hour by Aisling Walsh
‘They have come to find joy, create explosions and reach ecstasy. The circle throbs with the pulse of shared expectations.’
Laurence(s) by Kim Poirier
‘My memory isn’t a yard of film I can roll out and re-examine at will; it’s amorphous, immaterial, and in a state of active decay.’
Her Body is Not Hers by Nana Afadua Ofori-Atta
‘She didn’t look like herself, though that couldn’t be helped; the amount of makeup on her face was enough to morph anyone’s features.’
When the Sea Splits Open by Claire Westbrook
‘People watch from the shore, waving and laughing like nothing is wrong. Like she belongs in the sea.’
Verlorate Will Die Alone by Mar Ovsheid
‘Over the next few years, a series of massive rocks proposition me for a role as my moon.’
Miles to Inches by Lynda Schroeders
‘You waited 48 hours to go to the police. It took you that long to decide it was a crime, even if it would be called a domestic one, as if it were baked in the oven and smelled like apple crisp.’
Domestic Pleasure by Julia Nusbaum
‘How, she wonders, did she end up here? Different from her mother, but somehow exactly the same.’
Remnants by Rae A. Shell
‘She was not allowed to give up. She was programmed for success. She could not process a future without success.’
Oatman by Inés G. Labarta
‘She considered telling Kayleigh about her obsession with Olive Oatman. How the tattoo made her feral, and how much Ellen wanted that for herself too.’
Carving Out My Girlhood by Beatriz Salvador
‘I craved the abandoned houses, the stillness of the woods.’
Coming of Age by Megha Nayar
‘My mother always said that mingling too much with boys was dangerous. It could cause an accident and tarnish a girl’s life for good.’
Mange by A.C.
‘In those spaces between their whispering mouths, I led a love life like nobody I’d ever known.’
Bathtub Kinship by Lukas Kofoed Reimann
‘In the water, my body isn't ambivalent, ambiguous, complicated—it's easy to read in its queerness.’
Between the Sky and Earth by Swetha Amit
‘For the first time in the two months since he moved there and since Sarla's demise, he found himself awakened by a new sense of purpose.’
Blind Spot by Maggie Timlin
‘Martina leaned down into her bag and pulled out a pair of vivid blue surgical gloves. She pulled them over her sinewy hands, knuckles bulging against the latex.’
Refund, Discount or Gesture of Goodwill by Jasmine Kahlia
‘Ever since the dog, Brodie, got hit by that Hermes van, Katy had been like this.’
The Monsoons Are Almost Here by Shrutidhora P Mohor
‘The showers will come in installments, unloading themselves from black clouds on one village at a time. They will embrace me and my mother river too.’
A Perfectly Worldly Poison by Maddie Bowen-Smyth
‘Evie’s disturbed by the glint of the blue bottle from where the bathroom door hangs ajar. She folds the newspaper and swallows, feeling its accusation lodge in her throat.’
The Other Side of Styx Street by Rebecca Kilroy
‘She wades in and floats on her back and waves of forgetting wash her clean. It’s a good dream.’