The Pedestal Magazine – Joanne Merriam

On and on they soared through the comforting cold of liquid space. Above them the great void; below the dense, rocky base of the world; ahead only blackness. Gliding up, then down, the congregation moved as a single entity, graceful behemoths linked by a shared resolve.

2 February 201024 December 2022 joannemerriam

Read “Blind Faith” by Bruce Golden.

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Suddenly the thrushes sang around her in upward spirals, psalmic, glorious sounds. Dragonflies with wings veined like cathedral windows followed them. And then with a rush, all the birds of the air flew above.

26 January 201022 May 2015 joannemerriam

Read “When Elder Sister Grew Her Wings” by Jane Yolen.

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I was scared the first time, of course I was. It took me a long time to soften to my man. I blame my mother for that, it wasn’t like I had a choice. We sure as hell chafed and ached for a long whileâ€”why one time I even made him bleed. I remember that horrifying moment when I realized he was bleeding all over me, inside me.

21 January 201022 May 2015 joannemerriam

Read “Cracked Leather” by Liz Argall.

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Protective hibersleep punctuated by work-status revivification, technically.

17 January 201022 May 2015 joannemerriam

Read “Falling Forward” by Howard V. Hendrix.

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