“Gothic, Colorado” by Zachary Kellian

The snow crunches like stiff leather under his boots. He winds through the scrub pine and aspens, stragglers along the mountain tree line. An aspen trunk, bone white and skeletal in the winter, becomes a perch on which to steady himself. The snowpack is unpredictable here and he needs the rest as his lungs ignite with each gulp of freezing air. The sky above him carries the clear delicateness of winter and one, lone bird — a blush of winged red and orange against the startling blue. It is cold today, but not as cold as it should be. He … Continue reading “Gothic, Colorado” by Zachary Kellian

“GROWING SWIRLING CLOUDS” By Thea Boodhoo

“Mark died yesterday, Margery.” My tone was patient, sad but not distraught. The time for distraught was past, I thought. “Coral, don’t joke about those things. He was right here a few minutes ago.” I found a serious expression in my database and displayed it for her. “It’s not a joke, Margery. He left us yesterday morning. We’re saying goodbye as soon as you’re ready for the ceremony.” Margery wore her work uniform–a faded blue jumpsuit–and had her thin, white hair pulled up in a small bun. The jumpsuit no longer fit her well. It had been made for a … Continue reading “GROWING SWIRLING CLOUDS” By Thea Boodhoo

“MeeToo” by Eliza Master

I hopped to the high meadow near the top of our volcano with my daughter, Bakka riding on my shoulders. This afternoon was The Telling, when an old tortoise would recant the story of our partnered species, the Lagomorphs and the Giant Tortoises. Though I had heard this story all my life, it still made my fur warm. Bakka nuzzled in to nurse, before wiggling down to the soft ground. The meadow was full and chatter filled the air. I held my long ears upright to listen for my mate Sirrus, who was pregnant. I saw there were some other … Continue reading “MeeToo” by Eliza Master