Java Suite (Mike Ladd)

Under the transmitter towers a papaya garden receiving rain. A thousand silent swallows came. From you, no message. Feeling for the right stone in opaque water — fish-trap building. Banana tree — …

All Flesh
(Ben Brooker)

‘We should give it a name,’ Angela said. Her mother blinked at her. ‘You said “it”.’ ‘What?’ ‘If it’s an “it”, how come it needs a name?’ Angela, not knowing …

Observance (Anne Casey)

To stand naked on cold stone Emptied cups cascading Past unblinded eyes As hands and feet are washed Within a sea concentric circles pooled As beneath the welling surface A …