Witness
the birth of a new planet:
an amassing sphere of spiderlings,
packed like crushed coriander seeds,
quietly consolidating their dream of an
imperfect circle. Disturbed, they run, a broken
yolk, in all directions, plot a constellation, range
like a rash on the warm skin of the wall, before
amending, regrouping, adapting. Determinedly
rounding. Remembering again their unlike
pole. One world, for now,
mended.

Lucent Dreaming 2022 Prize: Short Story, Flash Fiction and Poetry Winners and Shortlists
Announcing the winners and shortlists for the Lucent Dreaming 2022 Prize. Congratulations all!