My top five for the month, and votes.
Cathbad - Of Gods, Goddesses, and Heroes - Despite the indirect relating of this historical tale through the eyes of schoolchildren, this has a strong sense of a world being shaped by historical events that themselves shift and move, with respect to their meaning, over time. While there is a show of hands from the schoolchildren at the end, the smile of the teacher suggests something more akin to truth than fact. The shades of Parsifal that haunt the ghosts of battle also give this a pleasant and unexpected depth.
Victoria Silverwolf - Layover - conjuring imagery and language not dissimilar to one of David Mitchell's Konmi, VS gives us a wry inversion of the interrogated quasi-human subject subservient to a greater force. But the greater force is not the technologically advanced and Panoptic aliens, no! The greater force is Fate, whose power commands tout le monde with all the blasé whim of a disinterested punter at Ascot.
Cory Swanson - Dear Edna, - as delicious and dry as a plate o' grits, and as whacked out as Guernica strapped to a mustang on absinthe, this equine farce had me LOLing all over the show. And for all the high jinx an' tomfoolery, there's something very grounded about all of it, and the puzzled shame of having to phone home and confess that you'll not be home tonight, because... well, just because suff. Just don't tell maw the truth, whatever you do.
Phyrebrat - Oh Jump! And I'll Come To You, My Love - bloody hell, whence cometh such luscious imagery? Hope springs eternal in the heart of the static, lovelorn Romeo like frothy Guinness horses frolicking on yummy white tides in a teacup in this rich, dense slab of prose poetry. Sheer force of metaphor impels the narrator to drag his aching trunk hence to his love, carried by every force of nature, across time, even while his feet stay anchored to this mortal coil. Wonderful, heart-rending layers of yearning. White horses!
Stable - Horseplay - well, it'd be a poor show if someone called Stable couldn't rustle up a decent horse tale. Who knew? A witty combination of quantum physics with some top drawer Princess Anne-stylee larks reveals the perils of messing with the the space-horse continuum. Very entertaining.
Um, ah, um... well, after some serious umming and ahhing, I decided to give my whinneying votes to Cathbad, Phyrebrat, and Cory Swanson.