Wait, Cats Snore? by D McDonald
The steady clock-beat wheezes of the creamsickle-colored tabby curled tightly within the crook of my knees gives me the answer.
Oh how I wish I could reach into his REM and know the whirring cogs of his dreams, the desires that haunt the house cat— missed mice, a mother’ s tongue— oh how I wish to reach in, and know him further by the only means that I know: with the glide of a palm, and unrushed, sheparding fingertips.
Terra Lux by Brontë Gross
Click stutters the first streetlight, sickly yellow cobraheads with acrid photon bites.
Click a parking lot becomes ablaze, and the city burns with light, a smoky sodium haze.
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Click the city oozes light a million electric fangs color the streets, hide the night.
Click ten feet up, among the flux a new celestial sphere locks into place, Terra Lux.
The Waxing Moon by Elie Hart