It’s been a hot minute since I’ve seen the sunrise from anywhere other than the warmth and familiarity of my bed. As the cheeky tone of Sammy J projected itself from the radio’s speakers for the second half-hour of his morning show, I make up my mind: I want to see the sunrise from the best spot in town.

This human must see something, however. It annoyed me that due to the longevity of my lifetime, I had probably seen fifty times more than what this human could ever dream of seeing, yet it was clearly observing something that I could not make out.

He knew it was going to get trapped; today, or tomorrow. Every morning, it stole his slice of butter from the dining table. Every day!

Fatemah shares her zest and desire for freedom in a poem.

The hunter took another deep breath. He could see his breath in the chill night. His father had always warned him that the woods were impossibly ancient. Older than the world itself, he said.

Anonymous reminisces on their story of love and loss, and the journey back to peace.

‘Funerals are always uncomfortable experiences. The most ironic part of a funeral is that the most important person at one is never there…’