The dead girls sit in a row, each one with their blood still staining their hands.  There’s a woman at… Read more “What We Make Of The Dead” by V. Medina

My red cloak is made of softest wool and is bright as berries, bright as blood. Wearing it as I… Read more “The Red Cloak” by Vanessa Fogg

Being a witch is too hard, she say. No, I love being a witch, I say. How do you feel… Read more “In conversation with a witch” by Ugonna-Ora Owoh

I track him Through the woods Down the path Into the house. (It’s not his house – it used to… Read more “Track” by Katie Gray

You were born blind. You woke up in my arms         Green as exotic fins, in the… Read more “Aunt Mariana’s Hair” by Rosa Nagle

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