Psychological
Finding My Familiar ...
Soul's heart beats flicker across the dappled white moonlight. Etches of a familiar in the fog of time, reverberate across the vast, expansive earth. My hands are scratched and brown, streaked with the marks of dirt I have dug with my thin, exhausted fingers.
By Susan L. Marshall22 days ago in Fiction
The House Of Quiet Evenings
The light always entered the hallway in the same way, though no one could say exactly when it began. Sometimes it seemed early, sometimes late, but the family received it as if they had been waiting for it all afternoon. It wasn't something they talked about. It simply happened, and they adjusted to it without thinking.
By Lydia martinez22 days ago in Fiction
The Latch
There is a practice that holds a place between habit and superstition in the lane: a set of small, unspoken behaviors everyone follows. It grew from a season when ordinary things began to misbehave—mirrors that showed rooms that were not there, reflections that lagged a breath behind the person who cast them, lamps that bent their light away from certain thresholds, music that drifted down the street and stopped at the gate. People learned that some openings answered back, and that answering could change the shape of a life. Out of that learning came rules: ways of moving, of refusing, of tending one another so that the strange things might pass by without being invited in. The rules are not written; they are taught by consequence and by the steady, patient care of neighbors who prefer to keep one another whole.
By Kristen Barenthaler23 days ago in Fiction
The Sound the Sky Was Making
The sky had been humming for three days. Not loudly. Not enough to interrupt conversation. Just a low, steady vibration, like an appliance left running in another room. You couldn’t hear it so much as feel it—behind the teeth, in the bones of the wrists.
By Tifani Power 23 days ago in Fiction
